Chapter 8
Occasionally I would reach down and pull on them, feeling the lube which ran down my crack as Earl pushed his c*ck in and out.
"That's it boy. Take my c*ck, take it," he groaned. "Who's fuckin' ya? Who's fuckin' that *ss?"
"You are," I moaned.
"Is that my a*s? Does that little cherry a*s belong to me?"
"Yes sir, it's your a*s. Fuck it. Please fuck my *ss," I moaned back.
"So you liked being my little c*ck sucker yesterday, didn't cha' boy?" Earl taunted.
"Yes sir, I didn't want to. I didn't want to feel that way, but I loved it. I loved sucking your c*ck. That's all I could think about today. I love sucking your c*ck," I ranted.
"And tonight you're my little bitch. You've given yourself completely to me. That's my a*s now boy. You'll give it up any time I want. Wherever I want. If I want it tomorrow, you'll give it to me. If I call you next week, you'll drive down and give it to me want cha' boy? There's no turning back. That a*s belongs to me now."
It hadn't dawned on me he would cont

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