He sticks out his tongue and I groan, sliding back into his warm hole. Grabbing the back of his head with both hands and widening my stance, I fuck his throat. Hard. Unforgivingly.
Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air as his face is covered with tears and saliva. “My little fawn is such a dirty mess.”
He moans, his arms shifting as if he’s trying to break out of the cuffs, and I ease up. Can’t push again. Don’t want him running.
Yet the moment I slow, his eyes shoot up to mine, and he growls sinking his teeth into my cock.
What. The. Fuck.
“Cal.” My tone is low, rumbling, threatening.
He bites down harder and sucks. Fucking hell, the mix of pain and pleasure makes me swell more, precum leaking onto his tongue.
When he swallows and moans, then pulls at his restraints again, I notice another movement. My boy is fucking the air.
And as hot as that is, it fills me with a sense of relief. He’s not looking to run. He wants out to play with himself.
“Open that fucking mouth wider and stop biting.”
He does and I shove myself back in, deep, pulling his head to me until his nose is pressed against my groin, my balls bumping against his chin once more. When I draw back out, he sucks in a greedy breath, barely managing to do so before I drive my length back down his throat.
“Taking me so good, Cal.” I fuck his face harder, my eyes closing, mouth agape. “So wet and tight. Your mouth was made for me.”
He whines around my cock and I buck forward, using him the way I need. The slurping sounds grow louder, my thrusts shorter and wilder as my breaths come out in ragged panting gasps, fingers tugging his hair as my cock throbs.
My balls tighten and I pull out right before I come, opting to paint his pretty face. Rope after rope covers those pretty eyes and mouth.
I step back to sit on the edge of the mattress, watching as he bucks into the air, tongue licking at my cum on his lips. “Such a dirty, messy slut. So pretty.”
“Mac . . . please . . . fuck me. I need you.”
I lean forward and wipe the cum from his cheek, then shove my fingers into his mouth where he greedily licks them clean. It’s only when my boy starts sobbing that I hoist him up and lay him on the bed.
His legs fall open, hips squirming. “Mac, please.”
I grab the lube and coat my fingers, then push one, then another into his desperate hole. “So fucking tight.”
Sobbing moans erupt, each one a heavenly refrain as his head thrashes from side to side. I curl my fingers until I hit his prostate.
“Fuck! Mac! Fuck!”
I chuckle and fingerfuck him, making sure to hit that spot each time. His ass meets my fingers, guttural sounds filling the room. I lean over and swallow his cock, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Coming! Coming! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Cal shoots off hard, muscles in his abs clenching as he spurts down my throat. His mouth hangs open, but it’s as if the air gets stuck in his lungs because no sound comes out, his face is completely red.
Finally, his body relaxes, and I gently pull my fingers from him, grab a towel, then clean us off. After, I roll him to the side and unfasten the handcuffs before helping him adjust on the bed.
When I climb in on the other side, he curls up to my chest, breaths coming in little sobs.
I tense, stroking his hair, giving the chain connected to the jougs a quick tug.
“Not going anywhere.” His voice is barely a whisper and he tucks tighter into me. “I promise.”
My arms wrap around him, and I kiss his forehead before drifting off to sleep, hoping he means it.
Chapter 5
