Chapter Eight #5
His throat tightens like a vise around me every time he tries to swallow.
I feel like my cock is being eaten up whole, sucked and slurped.
I grunt as I pound his mouth. His eyes roll back into his head and I can’t stop myself from ramming his face.
My body is running on the pure raw impulse to fuck and come into a hot, wet, and fucking tight hole.
He takes me deep, and when I feel his fingers pulling on my balls, I lose it.
“Drink it.” A guttural groan falls from my lips. My balls contract as liquid flames run through my veins, and I shoot jizz down his throat and in his mouth. My cock throbs uncontrollably against his tongue as I pump more of my load inside him. He sucks until he’s gotten every drop of cum from me.
“Who told you you could stop licking?” I growl when he tries to move back.
I hold his head still as I stroke my still-hard dick over his cheeks, nose, and eyes.
His tongue out, attempting to get another taste of cock.
Yeah, that’s where he should stay, at my feet, taking whatever I inflict on him. So fucking hot.
I take a condom out of my pants pocket and hand it to him. “Put it on me.”
I start taking off my shirt, and he pulls down my pants and boxers before he tears open the wrapper and takes the rubber out.
Then he gently squeezes the tip at the top and places it on my slick cockhead.
Instead of rolling it down with his fingers, he uses that skilled mouth and tongue to do it, until he reaches the base.
I could never get fed up with this view.
The thought suddenly hits me as I continue watching him.
He pulls his mouth off and then smiles at me, waiting, kneeling on the floor.
What the fuck is this throbbing sensation inside my chest?
I ignore it as I pull him up and lift him in my arms. But my intention of taking him to the bedroom melts away as he starts to rub against me.
He desperately wants to get fucked, and I want to give it to him hard.
I veer to the glass wall and think about bending him in front of it until I remember his scars.
I don’t want anything distracting me right now.
So I plaster his back on the cold surface, spit on my fingers, and shove two inside him.
The back of his head hits the glass, lips parted on a silent scream.
He’s already so damn loose my dick will slide right in.
“Safeword,” he suddenly gasps.
“What?” I frown, looking down at his face. My fingers pull out.
“We need a safeword in case one of us wants the other to stop.”
“If I need, I’ll fucking stop you,” I state.
“But I can’t. You are humongous. So it’s more for me.”
I grit my teeth and nod. Why? I don’t fucking know.
“Apples,” he says. “The safeword is apples.”
Of all the words, this damn brat. I press the head of my cock against his hole, staring him straight in the eyes. “We both know you’ll never use any safeword. You are a fucking slut for my dick,” I growl so deeply my chest rumbles with it.
His breath hitches, and his eyes widen, my gaze still drilling into his as I push inside him.
The usual resistance makes me growl, that tight heat, fighting against the invader, but once I finally glide home, it won’t let go, pulsing and squeezing around me, making me grow even harder.
His eyelids flutter, his blue eyes are like rolling waves lost in the lust-filled storm.
His breaths have turned sharp and shallow.
I’ve never fucked someone as responsive and as sensitive as him.
“Such a good little whore,” I rasp out, enjoying his nails digging into my shoulders.
I push all the way in, and he cries out, his back arching, the cords in his neck bulging.
Those cock-abused, swollen lips are irresistible.
I crush my mouth to his, delving my tongue in deep, tasting my cum as I begin to pump my length in his ass.
The unintelligible words he pours into my mouth curl around my dick, forcing pre-cum out of the tip.
“Luca, fuck!” he screams, breaking the kiss.
Damn, I almost came from just that—hearing my name on his lips. He tries to look away, so I grab a fistful of his hair and speak against his lips.
“Look at me.”
I drive up into him until my balls hit his taint, and stay there. He moans like a porn star and hooks his legs higher around my waist. I am up to my balls inside him. My cock is messing up his insides, but he rocks back and forth, craving more.
He feels so fucking good. Like no one I’ve ever had. I cock my head and smirk. “You really like to be manhandled, to be treated and fucked like a whore, don’t you?”
“Fuck. You.” Here is that feistiness that always fires me up.
“I am fucking you,” I keep hissing, sliding him up the glass wall to lick and suck his neck and then letting him down, my hands on his hips as I drive up into him. He cries out, almost a scream.
“Your dick is ramrod straight, your hole swallowing my whole nine inches, tongue out like your horny dog. Want to use your safeword now?” I provoke him as I continue to impale him on my cock. Lifting him up and dropping him down.
I love it when he gets like this. Too high on pleasure to care or answer back. My sex toy. My horny bitch. It never lasts, but I kind of enjoy his sassy responses, as well. I enjoy punishing him for them.
Art’s whimpers stop as he suddenly comes, seeing his blissful face as spurts of jizz cover his belly and chest, it horns me the fuck up.
His body turns rigid, and his ass is clenching around my length.
Fuck yes. Just like that. Just. Like. That.
I hold his hips and fuck him through his orgasm, grunting at the way his hole is contracting.
He slides his hands around my shoulders and buries his face into my neck as I ram into him over and over, lost in the pleasure.
“Fuuuuck! You won’t let anybody else fuck this hole from now on.“ My order comes out forceful and dark. “While you are here, it’s fucking mine to use, to destroy, to make bleed.” I grunt near his forehead.
I realize I’m cradling the top of his head with my hand, fisting his hair, pulling as I grind my hips.
“Am I being clear enough?” I insist, and he moans as he squeezes me hard.
“How about your cock?” he asks, looking straight into my eyes. “Is it going to fuck only my ass?”
“No.”
His body turns tense, and I can see that he’s about to insult me heavily. I grab his chin, thumb parting his lips. “It’ll fuck this mouth as well.”
His angry expression turns into shock. But he regains control soon. “Fuck. My brains. Out. Then,” he slowly enunciates.
I press him harder against the glass wall. My blood is boiling. The brat wants to be spanked again and nailed at the same time.
“Nothing to say to that?”
“I thought I was already doing it.” I slap his ass and squeeze the flesh, still not moving my hips.
He hisses. “Will you fill my ass the hell up with cum, please? My slutty hole is hungry.”
The image his words create in my head makes me almost roar.
I never have unprotected sex, but fuck, I’ve never felt this primal desire for anybody else.
He’s rolling his hips, grinding and clenching down, making me insane.
Will his flat stomach bulge if I come inside him?
I want to stuff him full until it bursts. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
His eyes turn lust-filled as I snarl, “I’ll make you regret tempting me.”
I pull out, slide the condom off, spit on my throbbing length, and ram my raw dick right back in.
Jesus. Fuck. I yank his head on the side and bite his neck, sinking my teeth.
A wild, muffled growl rips out of my throat, which echoes Art’s moan.
He feels too good. Wet, pulsing, hot heaven cradling my bare length.
“I’ll never regret. I want you so fucking much,” he slurs, earning his first taste of pre-cum.
“Show me. Fuck my dick, bounce those lush cocksuckers on my cock.” I grunt as he does. “Faster. Harder. Squeeze that fuckhole.”
I can’t think anymore, my brain is flooded with rapture as I spank and bruise his ass.
“Like this, baby?” His sultry voice, his sweet scent, his body…our compatibility is off the fucking charts.