Chapter Seven #4
I take off the condom from my still-hard length and make a knot before throwing it on the desk. Then I untie his wrists and pull his body up, turning him to face me. The top of his head barely reaches my chin, but he took my whole shaft with ease and enjoyed the furious nailing I gave him.
I push him down onto the desk again, legs bent, spread wide, feet down on the wooden surface.
His eyes are still hazy, but they widen in shock when I push my body between his thighs and rip the buttons of his shirt off clean down the middle with a hard tug.
His torso is covered in little heart-shaped beads draping down from silver chains, and they emphasize the fairness of his skin and the pinkness of his pierced nipples.
The hoops there intrigue me. I lick my thumb and stroke one with it before pulling on the piercing.
It makes his dainty body arch as he moans, stretching his arms over his head until he grabs the end of the desk.
I see the tattoo near his clavicle again, the chains are covering it.
“I like to see the bulge my dick makes on someone’s belly while I fuck them,” I declare, spreading my palm over it. My fingers graze the garter belt and then lower to the lace panties, so soft and delicate. The perfect disguise to allure fools, but fuck if it doesn’t look hot as fuck on him.
I grab another condom and open the package with my teeth before putting it on. He is pouring lube on his entrance from one of those mono-packs—always prepared, I see. As soon as I’m done, I line up my tip to his slick entrance and plunge in once again.
Mmm. How can he be this fucking tight but also loose enough to make room for me? His lean figure makes it easier for me to see where my cock is pushing inside him, and that takes me to another level. I touch the visible bump with my fingers and growl when he trembles under me.
He’s a mouth-drooling buffet spread in front of me, begging to be devoured.
“Is this the best you can do?” he bites out through his clenched teeth. Is he trying to keep some remnants of control? Or goad me and fire me up? Maybe both.
“Fuck, no. But I thought you’d be a better fuck,” I state, thrusting back inside him to feel those walls clenching around my dick. “Expecting something good from an Enzino, though, how foolish of me.”
He lets go of the desk and comes at me, but I anticipate the move and push his wrists back on the surface over his head as he screams a curse.
He tries to push me with his knees next.
Now I’m fucking pumped. I shove them against his chest and, using my weight to keep him down, I grab the belt still tied to his thigh and use it to bind his legs together by sliding it inside the loop and holding it with my hand.
When I’m done, I look at his red face. His eyes—I vaguely recall trying to convince myself they weren’t beautiful the first time they met mine.
I’ve been determined not to see anything good in him, but those sunshine flecks almost drowning in the sky-blue pools are undoubtedly gorgeous.
“This…is the best I can do,” I rasp, before pushing my cock against his wet hole and driving all the way back in.
His breath catches, his eyes roll back, his neck arches as he moans. That’s right. I slam into him again and again, listening to the wet, dirty sounds of my balls hitting his ass. My hand tightens on his wrists.
“Think you can handle this? Can handle me?” I let go of the belt for a moment to pull on the hoop on his nipple. He cries out a yes, encouraging me to do it again. Harder. He’s fucking loving it. Those tears in his eyes make me almost roar.
I growl as my balls start to tingle. “You’re good only for this. Spreading your legs and taking it up the ass.”
“Fuck you.” His curse has no weight since he moans it.
“Oh, but you are the one fucking yourself on my dick like a bitch in heat.” And he does it so damn well, meeting each hard thrust even in this position.
Every time I pull on the belt around his thighs, pushing them together, his hole squeezes me.
Jesus fuck. This is good ass, eating up my cock superbly while I work it hard.
“This bitch needs to come…make it happen!” he barks, glaring at me.
He is so fucking impossible and impossibly hot.
“I don’t fucking care what you need. You are just a slut I’m using tonight. Work that greedy hole and beg me to stuff you.”
He’s about to swear at me because he wants me to react.
I can see it in his blazing eyes that he wants me to insult him.
He’s turned on by it, thrives in it. And I’m fucking enjoying it too.
But I’m not here to comply with his wishes.
Am I? I grip his throat, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp.
These hands of mine that have been tempered by years of torturing and killing could easily snap his neck with the slightest bit of force.
But instead of being afraid his eyes roll back. A wicked smile appears on his lips.
Kinky fucker. Why do I like that?
I groan, upping my tempo, really hammering into him now. Those beads shake over his torso, chains jiggle, tearing a lust-filled grunt out of my throat.
“Open those greedy lips,” I order him, tensing my fingers around his throat.
And he does. I lean over him without stopping my pistoning hips and spit right into his mouth.
He swallows it right away, eyes closed, rapturous expression.
Fuck yeah. I got him. This Enzino is taking it all.
This is better than getting my revenge on him. Much better. It feels so damn good.
Something starts burning inside my chest. I can’t decipher the feeling right now.
I don’t fucking care. I’m on the edge of a powerful climax.
I loosen the belt and spread his legs against the desk on both sides, holding his thighs down hard enough to bruise.
His hands are free now, and he suddenly pulls his torso up.
Then he grabs my hair and kisses me with abandon, biting my lower lip.
The taste of my blood mixed with his sweetness invades my mouth.
It’s intoxicating. Apples. Even his tongue tastes like the fruit, and I suck on it hard, wanting more of it until I’m full.
I feel him rubbing his dick over my shirt-clad abs, chasing his orgasm while at the same time taking my length as deep as he can.
He hooks his ankles behind my back after I take a handful of each ass cheek and mold them in my palms. I lift him off the desk and bounce him on my dick three times before he starts to convulse against me, crying into my mouth.
The feel of his inner walls strangling me is too much, and I unload, letting out a growl of undiluted pleasure.
My dick shoots and shoots until my balls have given their all.
He’s all wrapped around me like he was during the shooting—shivering and clinging. This time though, my half-hard dick is tucked inside him. I keep pumping my hips, shallow thrusts that force out low moans from him. My cock can’t get enough. Christ!
“Fuck!” His curse makes me grunt as the post-nut shock of clarity hits me. I thought that using him for a fuck once would be enough. It wasn’t. What it did was fan the fire and add fuel to it.
This tight and wet ass, it’s still swallowing me all the way in and treating him like less than a whore does turn me the fuck on.
Fucking and discarding him sounded like the perfect revenge, but I can do worse.
I can get him addicted to my dick—since he seems so fond of it—and then drop him on his ass.
The cherry on top would be doing it in front of his proud father—before killing him.
I finally found Arturo Enzino’s real purpose in my vendetta.
“Never took you for the needy type, you won’t release my cock.” I inhale through gritted teeth as he squeezes my length almost shy of pain in response.
He raises his head to meet my gaze with a smug one. “Want me to stop, dearie?”
His nails sink into my flesh as he starts to ride me. Up and down. Up and down. Head thrown back, slutty mouth letting out sluttier moans. He’s impaling himself, taking me all the way to the hilt, balls-deep every time he comes down while I hold him up, standing.
“Only to put on a new condom.” I groan.
It will be such a pleasure to crush this feisty side of him. I’m going to shatter him in a thousand pieces and leave him broken and irreparable.
Art
How many hours has it been? Or should I say day of the fuck fest? Not the orgy kind, those I never enjoyed. I mean, threesomes can be fun, but more than three bodies and it’s just a tangle of limbs, sweat, and balls.
Luca Nero has been fucking me nonstop—not including the snack and nap pit stops—like he was starved for sex, which I know ain’t the case.
He had his way with me three times at the club, then took me out of there, koala style—I’m the marsupial in this context—straight to his apartment and his bed. And after a whole day, I’m still here.
Wearing only a t-shirt, I’m on all fours…
threes—one hand is busy pushing the big red dildo up my ass—while Luca is sitting, back against the headboard, watching me.
I’m still loose and sloppy with lube from the previous times he banged me, but I move the substantial silicone toy back and forth slowly, opening myself up further and pushing it in more as I go.
“Stuff yourself full with it,” Luca orders me. I learned that patience is not his strong suit, since he has none.