Wraith
It was so fucking hot to watch Grey Eyes paint my motorcycle with his cum.
I nearly came inside of him. But I was able to control my orgasm and push it back.
I plan to do more to him. I’m not done fucking my angel.
Getting off my motorcycle I walk to the bag and grab the bottle of fake blood I got from the Halloween store after I got my new tattoo tonight.
He watches me and I grab him to help him off the bike.
Opening the bottle of blood I begin to pour it over his body, careful not to get any on his wings.
He shivers at the touch of the cold liquid.
“Don’t worry, Grey Eyes, I’ll warm it up for you in a second.” I tell him.
A tiny smile finds its way on his lips. As the streaks of blood flow down his basically naked body I lean down and bite his nipple.
He hisses before it morphs into a moan and his hands find their way into my hair.
He begins to pull at the roots and I revel in the stinging sensation it gives my scalp.
I bite harder, nearly biting the bud of nerves off his body and he cries out.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, looking down at me.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask. “Loving the angel I’ve been blessed with.”
With that hanging in the air I rub the blood all over his body, covering every inch of his flesh with the sticky liquid. Turning him around by his hip I tilt his body a little so his sexy ass pokes out, presenting itself to me. I spank him, leaving my bloody handprint on his chocolate ass cheek.
“What a fucking sight.” I growl, setting the bottle of blood on the back of my bike.
“Now it’s my turn to mark you, baby boy.”
“Until I wash your mark away.” He smirks.
I lean into him and bite his nipple while pulling the fishnets off him.
“You can do that, but it won’t stop me from staining your fucking flesh with my semen.” I state. “Until no matter how much you wash your body your skin will always have my fucking mark on you like a damn tattoo.”
I then bite his earlobe which makes him shiver and goosebumps erupt on his skin. I press his body to mine, enjoying the feeling of his soft, squishy body against my hard muscles. His body fits perfectly against mine, like my missing puzzle piece. I squeeze him in appreciation... out of love.
“Your body was made for mine.” I say, feeling his.
Grabbing my helmet, that I discarded earlier when I first arrived, I place it over his head for my personal pleasure.
Spitting on my dick I line it up with his still wet hole.
I then enter him in one rough thrust. He grunts in response, grabbing onto my motorcycle.
His warm hole clenches around my penis in a warm, horny hug and I fucking love it!
Grabbing the blood again I pour it on his ass as I slowly fuck him.
The blood runs down each cheek slowly before it connects with my pelvis.
It makes strings connecting him and I along with my dick.
The blood makes its way to his hole and soon I see my penis turn red.
I moan at the feeling of the warm liquid touching the most sensitive part of my body.
I’m kind of amazed at how fast his body warmed the blood.
“Fuck me harder My Dark Angel.” Grey Eyes says. “Make me cum again, please.”
My heart skips a beat when he begs for my dick.
“Beg like the good fucking angel you are.” I demand.
“Please, please, please fuck me, I’ve been a good boy, I promise.” He begs in whimpers.
Throwing the bottle of blood off to the side I grip his hips and plant my feet firmly on the ground.
I push him further into my motorcycle and start fucking him harder.
The sound of our flesh slapping together echoes through the rain and it’s like music to my ears.
He grunts and moans as I do so, his head bobbing every which way.
“Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck yes! Fucking fuck me!” He grunts. “I’m yours, I’m all fucking yours.”
My rhythm falters at the sound of his words.
Pulling out of him I reach into the bag and pull out a long cold chain and wrap it around my wrist and hand before wrapping it around his neck.
Entering him again I slowly fuck him with the chain around his neck, almost choking him. He whimpers but then bites his lip.
“Who do you belong to?” I growl in his ear, my hips picking up pace.
“You.” He whimpers. “I belong to you.”
I tighten the chain around his neck.
“Try again.” I demand. “Who do you belong to Angel?”
He moans when my dick rubs against his prostate.
“I... belong t-to... you, My Dark Angel.” He whispers.
“Huh?” I ask. “I’m sorry baby boy, I can’t hear you.”
“You—oh fuck. I mean—fuck!” he says. “IbelongtoMyDarkAngel!”
The dark angel in me smiles wickedly as he flies high within the skies, quite literally feeling like he’s back home in Heaven.
My hips snap into him so fiercely he nearly falls over my motorcycle but my grip on him catches him. Pulling out of him and stepping back a step or two I grab his wrist and guide him to a nearby tree. I place a flat palm on his belly and gently push him into the tree, taking my helmet off his head.
“Wrists.” I demand.
He holds his hands out for me and I wrap the chain around them. I tug on them and look at his facial expressions.
“That hurt?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Good.” I smirk.
About four to five feet above my head is a thick branch.
Taking the other end of the chain I throw it over the branch, wrapping it around the branch a few times.
I make sure it’s secure before pulling on it.
Grey Eyes arms lift before his entire body hangs a couple inches off the ground making his hole line up to my dick without me having to bend my legs.
My hand runs against his smooth, sticky skin.
I lean in and nibble on the side of his belly.
“Are you in pain?” I ask. “Any discomfort?”
“No.” he says.
“Don’t lie.” I growl in warning.
“No, I’m fine I promise.”
I study his face to make sure he’s not lying. I want to give him fucking pleasure not pain or discomfort.
“You sure?”
He nods in response.
“Good.”
I then secure the chain to the tree, being sure that it won’t unravel and possibly hurt my angel. Walking behind him I lean down and bite each ass cheek before fingering his hole. His head falls back and he moans. Scissoring my fingers in him his toes curl and he lifts his legs slightly.
“That’s the spot?” I ask.
He nods. “Yes, oh fuck yes, that’s my spo—oh please don’t stop.”
I give him what he wants before pulling my fingers out and sucking on them. The taste of him makes my dick jump and my stomach actually growls. Pulling my fingers from my mouth I place them in front of his lips.
“Suck.” I demand. “Taste us.”
I line my dick up with his hole as he opens his mouth and wraps his lips around my fingers. I synch my hips with the way he bobs his head up and down my fingers. The feeling of having his warm, wet mouth on my fingers and warm, wet hole around my dick is a feeling out of this fucking world!
“Faster.” He demands.
“You gonna cum for me again?” I ask.
“Yes.” He whimpers.
“Good boy.”
Gripping his hips I begin to plow into him. The chain jingles in the air along with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other. My hair falls into my eyes but I don’t mind. Grey Eyes arches his back as I fuck him to my heart’s desire.
“Ohmigod!” he moans. “Right there, that’s the spot!”
I feel his walls clench around me, so I slow down and grab his body. Pressing it against me. I thrust into him as I hug him from behind.
“Wha—why’d you stop?” he asks.
“You were going to cum.” I reply. “I don’t want you to cum yet.”
“But why?” he asks.
“Because I don’t.” I state firmly.
“You’re fucking cruel.” He complains.
I move my hips while my dick is plunged deep inside him, making my dick press against his prostate. He jumps and bites his lip hard. Turning his head to the side I bring my lips to his.
“It’s my turn to abuse those lips.” I state.
I then kiss him, hard. Our tongue dance, teeth clashing, as we taste each other. Mine dominates his and I suck on it. I then bite his bottom lip, hard. The taste of metal bursts on my tongue.
Letting his lips go I look at them and see blood ooze from my bite marks on his lip.
I lick my lips like I’m a starving wolf looking at its prey.
I then latch onto his lips and suck on his blood, drinking it, letting it quench my thirst for him.
Pulling out of him I drag a nail against his flesh as I circle him, stopping right in front of him.
I lick his neck, making his nipples perk up. I pinch them hard and twist.
“Shit!” Grey Eyes curses on a breath. “What did I do to deserve to be tortured?”
“Love is patient, I’m not teasing you, I’m showing you my love slowly and not in a rush.
” I state. “I’m not teasing you baby, I’m cherishing you, appreciating you, memorizing you, pleasuring you.
This isn’t some lousy fucking hookup, Grey Eyes.
When we take our time with things the outcome is ten times better than when you rush. ”
With that I walk to grab my pistol and return to him.
I lower myself to my knees and as I do so I kiss his lips, neck, chest, belly, thighs, and the inside of his ankles.
Placing the pistol in my mouth I suck on it, covering it in my saliva.
Next, I place my arm between his dangling legs and place the gun at his back entrance.
I let it sit there, making sure he feels the cool steel on his warm flesh.
Meanwhile I lick his raging hard on. It jerks on my tongue and I smile before sucking his balls in my mouth.
I let my tongue play with them, roll over them.
I feel them tighten and let them plop out of my mouth.
“I was so close.” He whimpers.
“Nice try.” I smirk. “Don’t think just because you won’t tell me you’re about to cum means I won’t know when you’re about to explode.”