Hans Larsson

Rekekr relented and started pounding the Swede. The begging and crying wails drove him crazy with lust.

"You'll scream for me you tight little bitch." Rekker growled the words through clenched teeth. The feeling of wanting to tear the Swede apart rose, though it wasn't an realistic desire just a manifestation of how hard he wanted to fuck. His breath was hitching, gasps between growls every time he heard a submissive sounding whimper. He grabbed a fist full of Bjorn's hair and roughly yanked his head back to bite his throat and side of his neck. The aggression felt good, cathartic in the mounting pleasure and heat between them.