He scoops his hips a little, and the small thrust makes my mouth fall open. He repeats this a few times until my body accommodates all of him.
“Jesus Christ, you may have just ruined me for everyone else.”
“If you want me to feel guilty about that, Tanner, you’ll be disappointed,” he jokes, slowly increasing his speed.
Our gazes lock, and there’s a challenge in his eyes. I shake my head. “I don’t mind it one bit.”
As he works his powerful hips, he moves my legs, one over the crook of his elbow, the other over his shoulder, practically bending me in half.
Deepening his kisses, he continues to thrust. He’s forceful but careful, and for the first time, I feel like I’m more than a fuck toy.
“God, Tanner. Your body feels amazing. I want to cancel the rest of this day and just explore every inch of your skin.”
“Do it,” I beg, scooping my hips up, needing him deeper.
I pause for a second, hoping that doesn’t sound desperate. I sneak a peek and find him grinning.
“Are you—ohfuck—laughing at me?” I ask, a massive orgasm beginning to build in my balls.
He shakes his head. “It’s cute how you get bold and then retreat like maybe the boldness will be a turnoff somehow. It won’t turn me off, I promise you.”
“I want your hand around my neck again,” I blurt. “Choke me.”
I feel his deep rumbling laugh from inside. But then his hand goes around my neck like I asked.
“I’m not going to choke you, but I can make you feel floaty. Tap my arm if you need me to loosen up.”
I nod, rolling my hips, needing more, always more.
He tightens his grip, but at the sides. I’m breathing just fine but…oh. He said something about compression, and he’s compressing the veins in my neck. After a moment, he draws his hand back, and it’s fucking euphoric.
He reapplies the pressure, ramping up his thrusts. I’m close, so close. He gives me another head rush, then pulls out.
I make a sound like a dying walrus, and he chuckles.
“Not yet, my dark elf. You can hold off just a little for me, yes?”
I open my mouth to protest, but he reaches between us, stroking me. That familiar clenching hits my taint, but he stops, licking my precum from his palm.
“Satan,” I spit out, even though I agreed to this torture.
His satisfied chuckle vibrates deep in my belly and another bead of precum oozes down my length. He leans in, licking it off my twitching cock with the tip of his tongue.
“Lucifer incarnate.”
“At your service, my freckled nymph.”
His hot grip returns to my cock, this time with more lube, and the slicking sound alone nearly takes me out.
“Coming.”
His hand disappears. “Not quite. But you were so good to let me know.”
“Demon spawn,” I hiss, no heat in my words.
Even his white-toothed grin looks devilish.
“Be nice, and I’ll let you come.”
