CHAPTER 210: FIVE ROUNDS.

Augustine couldn’t hold back anymore.

The ache building inside him had become unbearable and his cock was rock-hard, pulsing with need, desperate to be buried deep inside Charles’s tight, teasing hole.

Without hesitation, Augustine grabbed Charles’s slick index finger, the same one that had just slid inside himself.

"I can’t take this teasing any longer," Augustine growled, his voice thick with frustration and lust.

Charles smirked but didn’t turn around. He stood still, deliberately taunting, letting Augustine simmer.

With hunger in Augustine’s eyes, he lowered his face and wrapped his lips around Charles’s finger, sucking it deep into his mouth.

"Mmm... fuck," he moaned against the digit, the taste of Charles making his head spin.

Augustine pulled it out with a wet pop and met Charles’s back with a hard stare.

"I’m going to punish you for messing with me," Augustine purred, voice dark and promising.

"Umm, okay," Charles whispered, breath hitching as he obeyed. He placed both hands on the edge of the kitchen island, spine straight, waiting.

Augustine took a small step back, just enough to take in the view. The perfect curve of Charles’s ass, tempting and ready.

Then, with no warning, Augustine brought his hand down hard towards Charles butt cheeks.

Smack.

Augustine snack the butt of Charles.

’Gasp!’

Charles gasped, but didn’t flinch.

Augustine smirked, lips curved into a dangerous snarl. "That’s just the beginning."

Once more, Augustine smack the butt cheeks of Charles, more harder and more firm.

"Ahh..." Charles moaned, his head tipping back as a sharp ripple of pleasure surged through him.

"Still feel like teasing me, baby boy?" Augustine asked with a low, dangerous chuckle.

He spanked Charles’s ass again, the loud smack followed by another guttural moan from Charles.

"Ohh—fuck!"

Augustine’s smirk widened. He licked his lips slowly, gaze darkening with lust. "You’re so damn sexy, baby boy."

Augustine let his hands fall away from Charles’s hips, fingers slipping to the waistband of his own briefs.

In one fluid motion, Augustine dragged them down and let them drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, rock hard, thick veins pulsing with anticipation.

Augustine brought two fingers to his mouth, sucking them slowly, his eyes never leaving Charles’s trembling ass hole.

As Augustine slid his fingers out of his mouth, a trail of saliva followed, glistening against his skin.

Then he reached down, guiding his slick fingers between Charles’s cheeks as he caressed it.

Charles let out a gasp. "Ahh... yes..." Charles whimpered, fingers gripping the island’s edge with white-knuckled intensity.

"Moan for me, baby boy," Augustine growled.

He teased Charles’s entrance, circling it before pushing in one slick finger, then another.

Charles cried out, hips pressing back eagerly.

"Ohh—fuck!"

Augustine groaned, loving the tight, warm resistance around his fingers.

He pulled out halfway, paused, then plunged back in, watching Charles’s body shudder with every motion.

"You’re mine tonight," Augustine whispered, his voice rough, dripping with desire. "All fucking mine."

A soft moan escaped Charles’s lips, and Augustine’s breath hitched at the sound.

The heat curling in his belly grew almost unbearable.

Slowly, deliberately, Augustine slid his finger in and out of Charles, teasing him open with a rhythm that started gentle but steadily built in pace.

Charles gripped the edge of the kitchen island more firmly, his body trembling with every pass of Augustine’s fingers.

"Aahh,"

Charles moans echoed in the room, shameless and raw.

"You’re almost ready," Augustine murmured, withdrawing his fingers, his gaze fixed on Charles’s flushed body.

He gripped his dick, swinging it in the air in a playful manner before proceeding by guiding the thick head of his monster cock to Charles’s entrance.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" Augustine voice was low, coaxing as he questioned Charles.

Charles nodded, his breath shaky. "I... I am," he whispered, though a nervous edge clung to his voice.

His body was tight, trembling, but the desire in his voice was unmistakable.

Charles was scared and at the same time he was also exited.

He was scared because Augustine has a big dick which was quite too big for his tight ass hole and he was excited to be fucked with the big monster of his lover.

Augustine leaned in, brushing his lips against Charles’s shoulder. "I’ll go slow."

He began to press forward, easing into the tight heat inch by inch.

Charles sucked in a breath, eyes shut tight, fists clenching around the island’s edge.

"Relax for me," Augustine whispered. "Just breathe."

It took patience, but finally after some seconds, Augustine became fully inside Charles entrance.

He didn’t move, giving Charles time to adjust, letting the moment settle between them.

A low groan rumbled from Augustine’s chest. "God, you feel perfect."

Seconds passed. Then, slowly, Augustine began to move—grinding his hips in a steady rhythm, his strokes measured but deep.

"Arrgh," Charles moaned, his back arching into him.

"Uhhh, uhhh, god... don’t stop," Charles gasped.

Augustine’s pace quickened, hips slapping against Charles as his control started to fray.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed which became followed by gasps and groans.

Augustine pace increased, slamming his dick deeper into Charles hole, causing his lover to moan more loudly.

"I’m... I’m so close, Augustine. Please don’t stop," Charles purred, his voice soft and seductive.

Charles’s words urged Augustine to increase his pace.

Moments later, Augustine felt his cock grow thicker and longer—a clear sign he was about to cum as well.

"I’m... I’m close too, Charles," Augustine moaned. "I have to pull out."

"No! Cum inside me," Charles groaned, pleading. "Please... fill me with your seed and make me yours."

Charles’s body tensed under Augustine’s thrusts, his eyes rolling upward as if he was floating on cloud nine.

Just as Augustine ground his hips a few more times, he collapsed onto Charles’s back, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

A hot jolt of cum shot from his cock, filling Charles’s tight entrance.

"Ohhh... fuck!" Charles groaned as Augustine’s seed filled him.

Charles’s lips parted slightly, drool escaping the corner of his mouth.

Before Augustine realized it, he came, his hot seed spilling onto the cold tiles beneath them.

Augustine’s hands tightened around Charles’s waist as Charles’s butt pressed firmly against his lap.

He made sure every drop of his cum filled Charles, though some escaped from his tight entrance.

Their sweat-soaked bodies pressed together for several minutes as they tried to steady their rapid breathing.

"I love you," Charles purred, breaking the heavy silence.

Augustine nodded, breathing hard. "I love you too, Pookie."

He lean his head away from Charles back and with a smile, Augustine pout his lips and planted a brief kiss onto the back of Charles. "I... I think I have the strength to go another round." He purred, prompting a scoff to escape Charles lips as he rolled his eyes.

****

Birds across the sky could be heard singing wonderful songs of nature as the sun set up in the horizon.

The sitting room felt cold as the air conditioner running at full blast, making the two love birds to become warm in each other’s embrace.

They had lost touch of the things around them and their breathing also synchronised with that of each other.

Augustine and Charles lay wrapped in a warm embrace on the couch, cuddling as they slept.

"Hmm," Charles purred, nuzzling closer to Augustine’s chest.

Last night had been more than just sex—they had made love, a union that had brought them together as one.

Slowly, Augustine’s hands traced gentle caresses along Charles’s back before sliding into his golden hair, stroking it tenderly.

"Hmm," Charles purred again, pressing his neck closer to Augustine’s ear.

Augustine’s eyelids fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the bright light filling the room.

After a few seconds, Augustine’s eyes fully opened. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before shifting his gaze to his lover lying on top of him.

"Baby boy, I think we need to get ready for work," Augustine whispered, gently caressing Charles’s hair.

"Hmm, I don’t want to," Charles murmured with a sleepy voice, snuggling closer to Augustine’s ear.

"Come on, love. I have to go. You can always stay behind."

Charles shook his head in refusal. "Give me five more minutes," he purred softly.

Augustine nodded silently, granting him the extra time.

Five minutes later, Augustine stroked Charles’s hair again. "Pookie, it’s time to wake up. Your five minutes are up," he urged warmly.

He knew Charles was exhausted after their five rounds of lovemaking and wanted to let him rest.

Augustine had already considered making excuses for Charles’s absence because as a CEO, he doesn’t have to explain himself to another.

He also wishes to stay with Charles but he has pile of documents waiting for his approval.

"Pookie," Augustine called gently, shaking Charles’s shoulder.

"Umm, five more minutes, please," Charles pleaded, voice heavy with sleep.

Seeing Charles wasn’t waking anytime soon, Augustine rose from the couch and carried him bridal style.

The blanket covering Charles from the waist down slipped to the floor, leaving him completely naked in Augustine’s arms.

Charles didn’t mind.

Augustine smiled softly as he headed toward the bedroom, unaware that what awaited him at work would soon test his patience.