Chapter 8
Dante
Waking up with my arms wrapped around the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, all I could think was, ‘What the hell am I doing?’ This wasn’t me. Yeah, I’d been with a few guys. But I didn’t wake up with them in my arms.
For the most part, everyone knew the drill when they came over. It was a quick fix and out the door. There were no feelings involved. We were both just satisfying an urge. They were there to get enough of what we both needed to tide us over until the next time.
Yet here I was holding onto Kuroi not wanting to let go. I had to let go, though. I couldn’t lose myself in whatever was going on here. I had a job that needed my focus. Take my eye off things for a moment and that’s when you end up dead.
Still, the man I was with this time was my husband. Until death do us part. This was it. He wasn’t going anywhere. I had to come up with a new life that included him.
Would that new life regularly include bending him over my knee for a spoon across his ass? God, I hoped so. I had never been more turned on in my life. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. But hearing him react to every stroke, made me feel like what was going on was real.
In a world where everybody lies telling you what they think you want to hear, there’s nothing you can believe. But pain is real. The body has its limits. Pass a threshold and no one can fake it.
With his getups and crazy comments, I can’t tell what’s real with Kuroi. But when I let loose on his ass and he squealed, I knew that I had found him. Having him, I could have stripped him down and fucked him right there.
That was probably why I agreed to let him move into my room. I would have agreed to anything with him looking at me like that. I can’t let myself get weak like that in front of him, though.
His goddamn body was a drug. I keep needing more. Even now it’s taking everything I have not to push my throbbing cock against his ass asking it to let me in.
The feel of his lean body in my arms. The hint of citrus in his hair. He was a walking aphrodisiac. I had to keep him at a safe distance. Lose focus for a second and who will I become?
I was willing to lay there all morning wanting something from him I couldn’t have. Then he squirmed and backed into me. Already holding him, only one thing had changed. His firm ass was now pressed against my hard cock.
I froze wanting it and knowing I couldn’t have it. So when he wiggled his ass inviting me in, I let him go and sprung out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked in a raspy morning voice.
“Gotta get ready for work,” I said, headed to the bathroom without looking back.
“I wanna come,” he said sweetly.
I stopped and looked at him. This was the first time he had asked me for something so nicely before. Shit, how was I supposed to refuse, especially with his large beautiful eyes staring at me like that?
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I said with no fight in me.
“Is it because you’re ashamed of being married to me. You think I’d embarrass you?”
I got defensive.
“I’m not ashamed of you. I don’t care what anyone says about it. You’re my husband and anyone who has a problem with it will have my fist down their throat.”
“Then, why can’t I come?”
“It’s just that…”
“Is it the dresses? I know how to be professional.”
“It’s not about the dresses.”
It was a little about the dresses. Don’t get me wrong, I fuckin’ loved them. And I didn’t know that it was something I could be into until I saw him in his wedding gown.
But I wasn’t sure how well his dresses and elaborate makeup would go over with the family considering, if Matteo had tried to kill me, it would have been at our father’s order. And if Pa did order it, it would have been for allowing Sato to humiliate the family by marrying me to his son.
“Then, why can’t I come.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t. I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now,” I told him before retreating into the bathroom and closing the door. “Besides, don’t you have to spend today unpacking your stuff,” I yelled as I stared at the liar in the mirror.
“I don’t have that much stuff.”
“Still, maybe it’s not a good idea yet.”
And that was where we both left it. Getting dressed and powering past him as he watched me from the bed, he didn’t ask again. And when I yelled back that I was headed to work and that I would see him tonight, we had resolved our first disagreement. Maybe being married to him wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought.
Getting into work earlier than usual, I took a moment to appreciate the quiet. This whole thing really was a mess. And I wasn’t just talking about the killer I was sharing my bed with. There was someone else who was trying to kill me. That someone could be my brother.
When my assistant popped in to give me my mail, I refocused on what I had to do today. One of the changes I had made from how my father ran things was to treat the business more professionally. We were long past the times when keeping two sets of accounting was enough. Now we laundered money by investing in real estate and crypto. The reports generated from our investments were never ending.
Everything needed my approval and my sign off. Beyond that, I needed to make sure the business benefitted from my new connection with the Yakuza. If I wanted father to accept my marriage and not try to off me, he needed to see the upside of me being with Kuroi.
“Got a second?” Lorenzo asked leaning into my office.
“What’s up?” I replied inviting him in.
Closing the door behind him, Lorenzo entered and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk smiling.
“You gonna sit there grinning like an idiot or do you have something to say to me?”
“Any new stitches last night?”
I stared at my brother wondering where this was coming from. He had been the one to stitch me up the last time I needed it. So, it was a legitimate question. But that look on his face… And how many questions would follow?
Falling asleep with Kuroi in my arms had been one of the best feelings of my life. God damn if holdin’ him didn’t do things to me. But did Lorenzo need to see that part of my life. I was his big brother and the alpha of his pack. I wasn’t ready for him to view me any differently.
No, for now, my life with Kuroi would be between the two of us. No one else needed to know or see anything. All they needed to know was that the Ricci pack and the Yakuza in New York were of one mind. There was no getting between us.
“No fuckin’ stitches. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Got it,” Lorenzo said becoming more serious. “There’s one other thing we haven’t talked about.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Who tried to kill you.”
He was right. We hadn’t since realizing that Matteo was the only one capable of shooting me in the neck while I drove.
Lorenzo continued, “Am I gonna be the one to say it or are you?”
“What’s that?”
“Pa could have hired a hit out on you.”
“We don’t know that.”
“We don’t know anything. But we do know who could have shot you in the neck if that is what happened. And we know you’ve given him reason to order the hit.”
“Listen Lorenzo, I know you have your problems with Pa. But ordering a hit out on me? Come on.”
“What about Uncle Vinny?”
Uncle Vinny was like the boogie man in our household growing up. Legend had it that he crossed my father thinking he could become alpha. He should have challenged Pa to a fight. If he had, everything would have been fine, even if he had lost. Pa probably would have gotten him pretty good, but Uncle Vinny would have been allowed to stay in the pack.
But supposedly, Uncle Vinny teamed with a vampire coven to take Pa out. When Pa discovered this, he sent the pack to slaughter the blood suckers and slit Uncle Vinny’s throat. They got all of the vampires, but couldn’t find my uncle.
The story goes that when he turned up again, he was back in Italy. He was under the protection of a new pack and the only time we heard from him was at Christmas. He would call asking to speak to Pa and Pa would refuse.
“None of us knows what actually happened between the two of them. It could have been anything,” I told Lorenzo.
My brother looked at me confused.
“Why are you suddenly defending him?”
“I’m not defending him. You accused him of putting a hit out on his own son and I’m tryin’ to look at things logically.”
“You’re fuckin’ defendin’ him. After the hell he put us through growing up.”
“He raised us to survive. You don’t prepare a wolf for a life on the beach.”
“What the fuck, Dante?”
Yeah, I heard it. Lorenzo was right. I was making accuses for the shit way he treated us growing up. I could understand why Matteo would do it. But after everything that happened, why would I?
“I’m just sayin’ that the way he raised us turned us into the men we are today.”
“Yeah. Men who can’t be sure if our brother tried to kill you.”
I was about to make another excuse for our father. I could feel it coming until the intercom on my phone buzzed.
“There’s someone coming in. I couldn’t stop him,” Silvie said sending me reaching for my gun.
Before I got hold of the one fastened to the underside of my desk, my office door flung open. The panic in Silvie’s voice had told me everything I thought I needed to know. My heart stopped waiting for a bullet.
But with my finger gripping the trigger and a 50/50 chance of shooting them through the backside of my desk, a familiar face appeared. Standing in the doorway, he stared at me and squinted.
“Is that a gun in your hand? Or are you just happy to see me?”
“Kuroi? What are you doing here?” I asked panicked in a new way.
“Can’t a boy come to see where his new husband works?” he asked entering and closing the door behind him.
“I thought we agreed…”
“We agreed to nothing. I said I wanted to see where you worked and here I am. And, Honey, it’s probably a good idea for you to take your hand off that gun before I take offense.”
Kuroi was being flamboyant and playful, but I didn’t let it fool me. I knew what he was capable of so I let go of my gun.
“Good,” he said before turning to a surprised Lorenzo. “You were at our wedding, weren’t you? You’re one of the brothers?” Kuroi looked at me. “I have so many now. It’s hard to keep track.”
“Yeah. I was at the wedding. Lorenzo,” he said offering him his hand with an all too friendly smile.
Seeing Lorenzo’s smile and the way Kuroi looked back at him, made my wolf want to jump across the desk and rip my brother’s throat out.
“Kuroi. Charmed,” he said flirting with my brother.
“Seriously, Kuroi, what are you doing here?” I said demanding my flirtatious husband’s attention back on me before someone got hurt.
“I told you…” he said playfully.
“And I told you.”
“Yet, here we are,” he said before taking the far seat next to the window. “Please, don’t let me interrupt. I just want to see my man in action.”
He had to know this was pissing me off, right? He had intentionally disobeyed my order. He had to know that I would punish him for this. Or, maybe that was the point.
My growing cock flinched thinking about what I would do to him when we got home. One, he had come here without my permission. And he had done it unannounced. That was two. Unfortunately he wasn’t wearing a dress or makeup that I could see, so I couldn’t punish him for that.
The suit he wore appeared to be a woman’s suit, but damn did he look good in it. Grey pinstriped, button-less jacket attached at the breast, with the sleeves rolled up. And a collarless white blouse with the chest cut out. If my brother wasn’t here, I would fuck him just for coming here looking like that.
“I, ahh, should go,” Lorenzo volunteered.
“No, please, stay. Pretend I’m not here.”
Lorenzo looked at me for what to do. I wasn’t sure. He was my husband but he was also Sato’s son. At the same time, I didn’t get the sense that Sato gave him much of a reason for loyalty. Still, fathers have a way of getting into your head.
“Let’s just pretend he’s not there. I’m sure he’ll sit there quietly,” I said looking at him.
“Like a mouse,” Kuroi said pleased.
Lorenzo looked at me questioning if I was sure.
“Anyway, as I was saying. We can’t jump to any conclusions about who is trying to kill me,” I said for Kuroi’s benefit.
“Someone’s trying to kill you?” Kuroi said suddenly sitting up. “Who?”
Lorenzo looked at me and laughed.
“We’re trying to eliminate the suspects,” I explained.
“Who’s on the list?”
Lorenzo jumped in. “Well, the first person on the list is you.”
“Doesn’t make sense. If I wanted to kill him, he would be dead by now. Who else?”
Lorenzo looked at me questioningly. I took over.
“Sato is another.”
“Possible. But the most likely person he would send to do it would be me and again, you’re not already dead. Next.”
“How do we know you’re not playing the long game?” Lorenzo questioned.
“Dante, Honey,” he said playfully, “have you not told him how impatient I am?”
“No, Honey, I haven’t mentioned anything about you because I keep my business and private life separate,” I said through my clenched jaw.
“Oh, that’s how you treat hookups. I’m your husband til death do us part,” he said with a smile that would made me pee my pants if I still thought he was sent to kill me. “So, who else?” he said impatiently.
I looked at Lorenzo for a last minute reason for why I shouldn’t tell him. My brother didn’t provide it.
“One person who might have a reason to get rid of me is…” I took a breath before admitting it, “our father.”
Kuroi thought about it. “I could see that.”
“You can? Why?” I asked surprised.
“You’re younger, you’re stronger, you’re smarter. You’re a threat.”
“A threat to what? I’m running the family business. His pack.”
“Exactly. His pack and you’re running it. That could make a person feel a certain way.”
“A way to make a wolf put a hit out on his son instead of fighting him for it?” I asked both offended and shocked.
“You’re younger, stronger, and smarter. If I were him and wanted my pack back, ordering a hit would be how I would do it,” Kuroi volunteered.
“You would have your son killed for taking over the family business?”
“That would depend.”
“On what?”
“Did I give it to him or did he take it. If he took it and I wasn’t ready to let go,” Kuroi gestured across his neck.
Lorenzo replied, “But in your case, it would be more like,” and clutched his heart pretending to have a heart attack.
Kuroi looked at Lorenzo with fire in his eyes. I braced myself. Looks couldn’t kill but Kuroi could.
“I think what my brother is saying is that your reputation precedes you.”
“Oh, thank you!” Kuroi responded taking it as a complement. He turned to Lorenzo. “And I’m sure if anyone gave a fuck about who you were, your reputation would precede you, too.”
Lorenzo squirmed taking the insult on the chin.
“Anyway,” I interrupted. “You aren’t our father. So, I don’t know how relevant your opinion is.”
Kuroi leaned forward engaged.
“Tell me this, if your father were to send someone after you, who would it be?”
I looked at Lorenzo again.
“If he sent someone, the most-likely person would be Matteo.”
“The psycho who killed one of my father’s men and then tied him to the back of a car to drag through Yakuza territory?”
“Yes. Our brother, Matteo.”
“Oh, he would totally kill you.”
Lorenzo laughed. I wasn’t sure why.
“You don’t know that,” I said dismissively.
“I’m saying he’s capable of killing you. I didn’t say he’s tried.”
Lorenzo’s eyes jumped between the two of us. “So, we’re just gonna ignore that all of his lovers died from a heart attack, and you could’ve had one before the crash?”
“A heart attack caused your crash?” Kuroi asked surprised.
“I did not have a heart attack! Or a panic attack. Or anything else!”
“Then why did you run into a tree?” Kuroi asked with concern shaping his tone.
“I felt a pinch in my neck moments before I blacked out. The working theory is that someone shot me.”
“Let me guess,” Kuroi replied, “The only person you know who could make that shot is your brother, Matteo?”
I looked at Lorenzo for a way out of this. I didn’t get one.
“Yeah.”
“I can find out for you?” Kuroi said casually.
“What?”
“Get me in the same room with him. I can find out if he was the one who tried to kill you.”
“You are not torturing my brother!” I said feeling my wolf’s protective rage.
“Geez, calm down. I didn’t say anything about torturing him. I just need to talk to him. Where can we do it?” he asked enthusiastically.
Kuroi was serious and excited. What made him think he could find out something like that? Sure, Matteo wasn’t the most sophisticated person I knew, but my brother knew how to keep his mouth shut.
When I didn’t reply, Kuroi added, “Come on, put me in the same room as him. I’ll find out for you.”
When Lorenzo and I remained silent he mentioned, “You’re my husband. We’re going to end up in the same room together eventually. So, sooner or later, it is going to happen. And if it happens after he’s killed you, I would have to kill him.”
“Come on, Dante, you would be saving two lives here,” Lorenzo joked.
I leaned back in my office chair and thought. Kuroi wasn’t wrong. They were gonna end up in the same room eventually. And something told me Kuroi wasn’t going to let this go. Maybe it was better if I had control over how and where it happened.
“Matteo had suggested the three of us having dinner together.”
“Wait, I thought we were supposed to have dinner together first,” Lorenzo reminded me.
“Ah, that’s so sweet,” Kuroi cooed. “And if you’re ever suspected of killing my husband, believe me, I would be the first person you would see,” he said in more threatening baby voice than I thought possible.
“Luckily, we don’t have to worry about that, because Lorenzo is the most loyal brother I have.”
“Let’s hope so. So, when do I get to meet the traitor?”
“We don’t know he’s a traitor. We don’t even know if our father is making a move against me.”
“Then it’s time to find out. Set up the dinner and let me know when. I’ll prepare a meal fit for my king,” he said getting up and heading to the door.
“Actually, I’ll set it up at Maramar. They have a cannoli you have to try.”
Kuroi, who had his hand on the knob, looked back at me. It was obvious that I was choosing a public setting to limit the extracurricular actives by either of them. I half expected Kuroi to insist, but he didn’t. I guess that only meant I had three things to punish him for, the third being speaking when he said he wouldn’t.
“Arrange it for tonight,” Kuroi said relenting.
“It will be for tomorrow night. We have plans tonight,” I told him showing my displeasure with my eyes.
Looking back at me, he nearly whimpered. “Oh right, our plans. I’ll be dressed and ready when you get home.”
His words made my dick hard. Watching him go, I imagined his small waist gripped between my large hands and the feeling of the front of my thighs against the back of his. I would make him moan.
“You two have plans tonight?” Lorenzo asked me when he was gone. “Have you two been seen out together yet?”
“It’s not that type of plan,” I said revealing much more than I should have but too aroused to stop myself.
After debating the wisdom of allowing Kuroi to have dinner with Matteo first, I said the final word on it and the dinner was arranged. With a lot of things left to do for the day, there was only one thing I could think of. How was I going to punish Kuroi for disobeying me?
There were a lot things I could do but which should I employ. In the end, I had to do some research. He was clearly more familiar with being punished than I was with punishing. But one thing I was good at was pushing a body to its physical limits to get what I want. I wanted Kuroi, so I would have to push him.
I was never one for shopping, but the shopping trip that followed, I liked. It was at a shop in the heart of Harlem. The place had a lot of options. Imagining how I could use each on Kuroi made my cock throb.
After spending an hour browsing, I left the shop with a few things. I could barely stop myself from running every light on the way home. When I parked, I had to take a breath to get my dick to calm down. Collecting my bags and entering the elevator, I felt my wolf take over me.
Entering my apartment, the living room was empty.
“Kuroi, come here now!” I said, my wolf awash in fury and lust.
Kuroi exited my bedroom meekly. He had been in my room. Yet another thing to punish him for. Wearing a Japanese robe embroidered with gold silk, he approached me, lowered his head and said, “Yes, Sir?”
Hearing it, my cock again flashed hard. With him in front of me, I imagined pushing my fingers across his mahogany skin.
“You showed up at my office without my permission.”
“Yes Sir,” he replied with his head still lowered.
“What did I say I would do if you didn’t follow my rules?”
“You said you would punish me, Sir.”
“That’s right. And yet you did it anyway. Did you want to be punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“On your knees.”
Without lifting his head, Kuroi got onto his knees.
“Now stay.”
“Is this my punishment?”
“You will speak when spoken to. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Leaving him on his knees with his head bowed, I retreated to my room to prepare. Setting everything in place, I savored the moment. Taking a hot shower, I felt every drop as the steaming water touched my skin. I felt alive.
Putting on a silk robe, I reentered the living room to find that Kuroi hadn’t moved. Watching his motionless body, I grabbed a drink and slowly drank it waiting for another reason to punish him. He didn’t give me one.
So, instead, I returned to a spot in front of him and told him to get up. He did without looking at me.
“Go to my room,” I ordered sternly.
He did and I followed. When he had entered and stopped, I passed him, stood next the dresser and presented what was on top of it.
“For disobeying me, you will choose,” I said pointing at the crop and flog which contrasted with the white cloth beneath them. “Each will come with a unique series of disciplines. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will take it. If you can no longer take it, you will say the word cherries. Nothing else will get me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
“No, Sir.”
“Why not?” I asked my temper flaring.
“Because I don’t want you to stop.”
I calmed and smiled.
“Choose.”
“Can I have both, Sir?”
“Your punishment is that you must choose.”
I saw that he was getting it. If he were good, he might have gotten both. But because he had disobeyed me, he could only have one never knowing what he had passed up.
“Please, Sir, may I have both.”
“I said choose! …Or you will get none.”
It was only then that he looked at me, lust and fear shining in his eyes. Hurrying to the dresser he looked down at them.
“May I touch them, Sir?”
“No,” I said furthering his punishment. “Choose.”
Hovering his hands over the two, he shook with desire.
“I said choose!”
“The flog,” he spat pining over what he had chosen.
“Very well,” I said removing the crop and placing it in the drawer.
His desire had weakened him. Seeing it made my cock pulse. My wolf wanted him so badly that it tore at my insides fighting to get out. But I was the one who had to teach Kuroi a lesson.
“Strip,” I told him, my heart pounding at the thought of him.
Without hesitation, Kuroi turned to me and slowly lowered his robe. He was naked underneath. His lean lines were highlighted by taught muscles. He was more beautiful than any statue. My skin tingled at the sight of him.
More than that, his generous cock was hard. Shaved to almost nothing, it stood out. I wanted to feel it in my hands. I wanted to caress his small balls. The thought of it overwhelmed me.
Gathering myself and my wolf, I pulled two handcuffs out of another drawer. Placing them on the dresser next to the flog, I addressed him.
“Cuff one to either hand.”
He did without hesitation. With both secured, he looked up at me with desire.
“Now, follow me,” I told him grabbing the flog and crossing into the living room to the balcony’s sliding glass door.
With him waiting, I lowered the lights behind us. With the city lights brightening in front of us, I led him to the railing and told him to grip it. Obeying, he parted his lips struggling for breath.
I imagined what he felt as the cool night air caressed his sweat-kissed skin. And pressing my robe-covered hard cock against him as I leaned around him, I said, “Now anyone watching will see what happens when you disobey me,” I told him as I handcuffed him to the railing.
“Yes, Sir. Please teach me how to obey.”
“I will teach you how to obey,” I whispered in his ear as he whimpered from the heat.
Leaving him shivering, I stepped back and lit him up. When the leather strands touched his ass, his head whipped back. I hadn’t shown him mercy.
“Thank you, Sir,” he purred.
Hearing that, I stroked him again. His body shivered as his bare ass slowly striped red. Brushing his marked spots with the leather, I waited for him to relax before striping him again. When his body contracted, my cock flinched.
“More, Sir,” he begged.
I swiped him again and again, turned on more each time. When I lowered my aim to the back of his legs, he groaned. He hadn’t been ready for it. And when his legs started dancing, I lost control. Striking him harder and harder, I finally grabbed his curled chest, nipped his ear, and found his hole with the tip of my cock.
“Yes?” I moaned.
“Yes,” he begged.
And without hesitation, I allowed my dripping juices to paint a path past his tight opening into his depths.
“Ahhh,” he groaned feeling my girth pry him open.
His warmth consumed my cock. The pleasure rippled through me. Biting his ear to contain myself, I pushed until I couldn’t go deeper. Gripping his hip, I pushed harder until he bellowed in painful ecstasy.
Buried within him, I slid my hand up his naked chest to his throat. Its width disappeared into my grasp. Squeezing, I felt his helpless to my will. I could do whatever I wanted to him. And feeling the night’s cool breeze circle between our tingling skin, I pulled back enough to strum his insides.
“Yes. Yes!” he crooned, with my hand around his throat and my groin thumping his ass.
My mind swam loving every moment with him. His body in my arms, his ass around my cock, the way he squealed and moaned with my thrusts.
Fucking him harder and harder, his legs began to give way. The longer I rode him, the more I held him erect. He was melting in my arms. And when I slipped him hand under his stomach and lifted his feet off the ground, I knew what was next.
Still holding him and with my cock in his ass, I leaned past him and yanked the handcuffs off the railing. Free, I pulled his back to my chest and walked to my bedroom. I was still inside of him. He felt a part of me. Hooking his feet around my legs and his hand around my head, he had attached himself to me. So, when I lowered him onto the bed, I had to detach myself from his grip to get what I wanted next.
Perching him on his knees with his ass in the air, I pressed his chest to the bed and moved above him. Memorized by him, I fucked him without mercy. The bed shock as my groin hit his flesh. I felt like I was trying to fuck my way into him. I wanted to wear him or make him a part of me. I didn’t know which. But when I couldn’t take being so far from him any longer, I flipped him over, pressed his knees to his chest and fucked him while finding his lips.
I didn’t kiss guys. I fucked them. Why would I ever want to be that close? But with Kuroi, I didn’t know who I was. Being with him did something to me. And when our lips touched and his parted, I let go.
As incredible as his ass was, it was our kiss that made me cum. His mouth was small. So was his tongue. But twisting together, they were perfect for each other. Its sensation robbed me of my will.
We continued to kiss him even as I groaned. I was filling him with my juices. That was when I remembered Kuroi’s pleasure. Reaching between us for is cock, my touch made it jump.
Pushing my finger down his shaft, I found that he had already cum. He had been as turned on as I was. He had cum without either of us touching him. Was the way I reshaped his hole what our kiss had been for me?
I didn’t know and quickly, I didn’t care. All I could think about was returning to his mouth. Kuroi had been my first kiss. Sure, I had kissed women. But they had never mattered to me. I was just doing what a man was supposed to do. I didn’t even know how it was supposed to feel until Kuroi parted his lips and let me inside.
Now that I had kissed him, I never wanted to stop. Kuroi was mine. No one would ever again touch him.
Pulling my shrinking cock out of him, I pushed my fingers into his curly hair and cradled him as I rolled him on top of me. I never stopped kissing him. I couldn’t.
Feeling Kuroi’s cum press between us, I flexed my ass sliding him against me. It didn’t take long for me to get hard again. Surprised, Kuroi reached down and took hold of my cock. Pulling away from my lips long enough to laugh, he returned before slowly moving down to my chin, then neck, chest, and stomach.
With his delicate fingers still holding me, I pulsed feeling his lips get closer. He wasn’t ready for that yet, though. And finding the ridges of my stomach muscles, he rubbed his sharp cheekbones against them tracing the trenches with the tip of his nose.
Eventually when there wasn’t another inch to explore, he continued his path down, pressed my large cock to the side of his face, and traced the rim of its head with the tip of his tongue. When he got his fill, he plunged my mushroom onto the back his throat.
I didn’t expect much when it came to this. Others had tried to swallow me, but I was too big. Kuroi also tried. He pushed onto it until he choked. Backing off, he tried again until his body contracted and tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I’m big,” I pointed out giving him permission to give up. He didn’t.
Focusing more on stroking me as he sucked, he teased my head until my toes danced. Kuroi knew what he was doing. When I felt like I would explode, he backed off walking the edge. He tortured me like this for longer than I thought possible.
“Please,” I begged him needing badly to cum.
It was only then that he looked up at me with a Cheshire cat smile. He knew what he had been doing, that fucker. And finally ready to release me, he clutched my balls with his small hand and squeezed.
When I came, I was a volcano. I couldn’t stop cumming. When all of the fluid in me had erupted, I didn’t stop.
My entire body was as sensitive as fuck. Brushing his hand and mouth off of me, the bastard laughed as he returned his hands making my cock jump. It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning.
“You’re a fuckin’ sadist,” I told him, shaking my head in amusement.
“What? Don’t you like me touching your cock?”
He touched it again making my body convulse.
“Ah!” I yelped before reaching down and removing him from the situation. “Get the fuck up here,” I told him returning him to my arms.
Settling with his face inches from mine, I stared into his eyes. For a moment, my wolf and I were happy. But the longer I stared, the more I realized that I was fucked. There was no way I was going to be able to hide what I felt for him after this. If someone asked, I wouldn’t be able to deny it.
I never knew I could feel like this. And although he didn’t know it, he had me wrapped around his delicate little finger.
What was I supposed to do now? What would my father say when he learned that I was falling in love with, not just a man, but the cause of his humiliation?
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