Wraith #2
I lick my lips at my eyes drink in his naked body from this beautiful view on my knees. My goodness!
“Love is also knowing your persons body.” I state. “It varies upon each person, but it also means you become accustom to your humans body... like I am to yours.”
I then plunge my pistol in his hole. My lips wrap around his dick, and I suck it as I fuck him with my gun.
He moans and moves his hips so he’s fucking my face and my gun as he swings in the chains.
He grips the chains and pulls himself up a little and I see abs appear in his stomach. I pop off his dick and smile.
“You have abs.” I comment. “If you workout a little they’ll poke out on their own.”
I raise up and kiss his stomach.
“But I like your body without the muscles and abs.” I state.
“And if I decide to work my body out?” he asks.
“You’ll look fucking sexy, but I don’t care what your body looks like as long as you’re mine.” I state.
“Same here.” He says. “Your big muscles are just a bonus.”
I give him a wicked grin before flexing for him. He moans as he checks me out.
“Now get back to pleasuring me.” he demands.
“Say please.” I say.
“Please.”
“Good boy.”
I wrap my lips around his dick once more and continue to fuck his hole with my gun. He swings some more, the pace of the swinging perfectly synching his body back and forth.
“Oh fuck...” he moans, his head thrown back. “This feels so fucking good.”
He lifts himself again and his balls tighten, his dick jumping.
“Oh shit, My Dark Angel...” he shouts on a groan. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”
His mouth falls open and I watch the rain droplets bounce off those pretty swollen lips of his.
“Cum for your Angel.” I say. “Pretty please.”
“Oh!” he groans.
Like a tsunami with expectation but without warning his delicious salty cum fills my mouth and I drink it like I’m a depraved man. I hallow my mouth, sucking every drop from him, making sure not to waste a single drop of my beautiful Fallen Angel.
“Okay, okay!” he laughs, trying to wiggle away from me.
I let his dick fall from my lips and chuckle after I’ve swallowed his semen.
Drinking his cum is an honor, having the ability to fuck him is an honor.
I want to worship him for eternity, bathe in his blood, be his fucking knight in black armor, and I’d kill anyone if he so much as tells me their name.
He wouldn’t have to give me an explanation.
It’s like I’m his fucking dark genie and his wish is my fucking command.
I’d take on all his punishments, threats, and misfortune on top of my own if it meant that I’d have him for eternity and no harm was to come to him.
This man is everything I didn’t know I needed and more.
I didn’t know I wanted someone like him until I saw him and ever since then I’ve had this feeling sprouting from deep inside me.
A feeling I’ve never felt before and it’s strange yet a feeling that only he gives me.
So, I welcome it with open arms, even if it means this feeling will kill me.
At least I was alive to experience such a thing.
This wasn’t some kinky hookup because I’m infatuated with him or his body.
I wanted his mark on my motorcycle, in my system, to match the mark he’s made on not only on my heart but my soul.
I also wanted to embellish his flesh and blood with my mark so he’d match me.
I wanted to claim him as mine even though it’s just temporary.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t do it repeatedly until his flesh and blood is stained with me.
I’m so fucking grateful life has given me this guy to cherish, to appreciate, to love, and to make love to.
And that is simply what we did just now.
This is my version of love, my way of saying I’m not denying this strange feeling he gives me, I’m accepting it blindly, carelessly because it’s him. He’s... my guy.
“Where you going?” I ask standing up. “Hmm?”
I invade his space and kiss his lips, this time gently, caring, lovingly, his chin clamped between my thumb and forefinger.
“My turn.” He says. “I want your cum. Set me free.”
“Bossy.” I smile.
Reaching for the chain I let him free and as soon as his hands are no longer bound they land around my penis.
He strokes it and my knees nearly buckle.
He chuckles, then pulls on my penis to pull me back to my motorcycle.
He guides me to stand directly at the back of my bike.
He hops on backwards and leans down so my dick is in his face.
His ass pokes out and my dick jumps at the sight.
Leaning over I spank his ass. He jerks in response before I feel his warm wet mouth on me.
“Oh fucking hell.” I breath.
Standing to my full height my hand gently caresses his head as it bobs up and down my shaft. I don’t move, I let him set his own pace, let him give me what he desires to give me.
“You look so fucking good sitting naked on my motorcycle sucking me off.” I groan.
Stars dance in my vision and they glow brighter when I feel his hands play with my balls. He takes me deeper in his throat and I feel his throat tighten around my length. I bite my lip as I watch him, goosebumps decorating my skin.
“Fuck you’re good at deep throating.” I praise him.
He holds me in his throat for a long moment.
He swallows around my sensitive flesh and that does it.
Pulling him by his hair I pull myself out of his mouth and jerk my dick in front of his face.
My balls tighten and pleasure takes over my body as white ropes of cum fly out of my dick and land in perfect streams on his face.
Some cum drips from his chin so I lean down and lick the semen dripping there and kiss him, thrusting the cum in his mouth.
“Delicious.” He smiles.
“Such a good Angel.” I say. “You look like a pretty boy with your face covered my cum.”