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“Please?” The strain on his voice echoed in your ear as he begged for the millionth time today. Last night was extremely difficult, you had already suffered back injury from his toughness in certain positions.
The oversized Itto was begging for your attention. His whines made it hard to focus on packing for your business trip. You had two days left with him and all he wanted to do was fuck, no romance to it at all.
“Seriously?” You quipped. Itto’s nose scrunched up as he stared at you, nodding softly. A groan escaped your lips. Despite his efforts, you refused him again.
The luggages were packed with the main essentials. The only work left to do was cook dinner and give Itto a to-do list. God knows he has to have something to d, or he’ll just jerk off all day.” While you stood at the counter, the Oni’s hands roamed up and down your body.
“Please. Baby, please. One more time. I just need to let off some steam. I promise to cum outside this time. Please. Baby, I’ve been so good.” His insistent whimpers weren’t working like they should’ve. Itto figured he needed to get your attention in the only way he knew how.
His strong hands gripped the counter next to you as he roughly grounded into your ass, boner as evident as the Schuyler Sister’s thoughts on truths. His whimpering was annoying, but this was different—more of a strugglefest in short words.
“Itto,” you threw him a glare and he shook his head. His lip went all pouty as you continued to cut vegetables. He had no other options. You were ignoring him, so what could he do? He couldn’t help it, he had urges; he had to.
The Oni’s pants dropped and his hand went to his cock, pumping it while gripping your ass. He had his head over your shoulder, lewd cries constantly following after grunts. When you turned your head back, he shined like a diamond and immediately stopped.
“Fine.” You mumbled, taking him by the ear to the bedroom. He was quick to discard the little straps that covered his upper body. Arataki smelled of dried cum as he kissed you, tasting like empty dreams to not be plowed night after night.
“Thank you so much, baby.” Itto praised. His fingers were firmly under your waistband, crawling their way to your hole. Itto roughly pushed you back onto the bed, licking your chest and flicking his tongue over your nipple.
After a moment, you thought he was just going to jump to the main event. However, he hadn’t. When you opened your eyes next you saw the man leaning down between your legs, tongue out.
Itto’s tongue was rough, almost painful at every stroke. From bottom to top the Oni took his limited time pleasing you. Whenever he felt you were ready, by firmly shoving three fingers inside of you, his cock lined up to you.
One or two pumps continued before he was deep inside of you. Not even bottomed out was Arataki Itto as he cried your name and rushed to climax. Pitifully deep thrusts followed as he rearranged your body.
Your face was shoved into a pillow and your ass was straight up. The speed at which he was going could be classified by the US government as Mach 20. Tears ran down your cheeks as you cried your last breaths, the bed synchronizing with you into a symphony of pleas. You could swear you were seeing a light; but it was just a pile of his pubes that he hadn’t cleaned.
As you came for the second time consecutively, hands trying to give some control you your orgasms. Itto didn’t allow this for long as he came deep inside of you. He let out a painful screech and shivered.
Itto’s ability to switch up could not be matched as he wildly pulled out and began to cry when he realized he came inside. “I’m sorryyy! I’m a dumbass who can’t cum right! I didn’t mean to.” He sniffled, wiping your stomach of cum. His cock was still throbbing as he cried.
“It’s okay, just help me clean up and it’ll be even.” You comforted the Oni that had destroyed your social life due to his ability to not be not horny.
“It was hard to pull out because of how tight you were, I’m sorry.” He rested his whole weight onto you, making it impossible to move. You were forced to softly comfort the crying Itto. Truthfully, it was sweet, however, you were going to die if this man didn’t get off your ass like a mother-in-law questioning your ability to care for her perfect daughter or son.