“Yes,” Cold said, dropping to his knees between Jimmy’s legs and ripping his belt out of his way. It was all a quick blur of motion as Cold dragged Jimmy’s pants and underwear down around his ankles in one swift pull.
“Please, please, please!” Jimmy chanted desperately, his brain locking up and unable to say anything else. He was sweating, his cock red and throbbing, desperate for release.
Cold grabbed Jimmy’s hips and dragged him close, wrapping his hot mouth around Jimmy’s length and sucking him hard. There was no seductive teasing or subtle build. Cold simply claimed every inch of Jimmy’s dick in one swift gulp.
Jimmy cried out triumphantly, his head dropping back against the seat and groaning low as Cold got to work. The vibrations were making him overly sensitive and numb all at once, and he knew it couldn’t last long. “Fuck, Rod... I’m... I’m right there...”
Cold didn’t seem to mind, twirling his tongue with each hard suck and bobbing his head even faster. He was positively ravenous, his icy eyes flicking up to stare into Jimmy’s with a soft growl.
Jimmy was lost in his fierce gaze, grabbing Cold’s shoulder to help ground him as his balls began to tighten. He saw the ring on his finger, feeling overwhelmed by the sight in an instant. This was hishusband, the gangster king of Strassen Springs, who was on his knees for him.
Cold was dangerous and ruthless, calculating and often deceitful, but there was no doubt in Jimmy’s mind as to how much Cold loved him.
“Fuck!” Jimmy moaned as he came, his hips twitching as Cold’s wicked lips worked him through his intense orgasm. His thighs shuddered, and he was sure all of Strassen Springs had heard him come. He could feel the vibrations dwindle away, and he whimpered softly as Cold pulled the little plug out.
Cold wrapped it in his handkerchief and tucked it away in his pocket, gracefully sliding into the seat beside him with a smug smile.
Jimmy hadn’t moved yet, his knees falling apart as he slumped against the cushions. He grinned dopily at Cold, teasing, “I should go to court with you more often.”
“Mmm, you really should,” Cold chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.
“Rod,” Jimmy breathed contentedly, gasping suddenly as Cold’s hand slid down between his legs. His cock was overly sensitive and his hole was still gaping; he groaned as Cold’s long fingers pushed inside. “Shit... mmm, Rod...”
“I’m so very proud of you,” Cold said, his fingers sliding in and out slowly. “You were articulate and aggressive when you spoke, and you held yourself so confidently. Oh, and the way you lashed out at Champignon, mmm... I have to confess; watching you made me hard.”
Jimmy squeaked, rocking his hips down against Cold’s thrusting hand. “You, you got hard in court? For me?”
“Oh, yes.” Cold nipped at Jimmy’s neck, “and I don’t think I can wait until we get home to resolve it.”
“Then don’t,” Jimmy panted, stroking Cold’s hair and kissing him passionately. He sucked on his lower lip, groaning, “Fuck me right here, come on. I would have let you fuck me right there in court! With everyone watching you tear me apart! Oh, please, I need your cock in me—”
“Christ,” Cold growled, pausing only to snatch the phone off the receiver. Fingers still pumping hard, he asked calmly, “Jerry? Take the long way home if you’d be so kind.” He hung up, all of his attention refocused on Jimmy. “Bend over the seat. Now.”
Jimmy whined when Cold pulled his fingers out and scrambled to get into position. He grabbed onto the seat and stuck his ass out, rambling breathlessly, “I would have loved it. For everyone to see you fuck me, how I scream for you, how hard you make me come...”
“That mouth,” Cold sighed, rubbing his cock between Jimmy’s cheeks. “Who knew you had such a dirty mind, Mr. Poe?”
“I can’t help it! It’s you, only you do this to me... fuck, all the things I want you to do to me...” Jimmy shuddered, arching back as he felt the head of Cold’s cock pushing slowly inside him. The plug had stretched him out some, but not nearly enough to take on Cold’s girth uninhibited.
Cold certainly felt the resistance, only moving in short thrusts as he waited for Jimmy’s body to open up for him. He squeezed Jimmy’s cheeks as he continued to rock his hips, demanding huskily, “Tell me, Mr. Poe. Tell me about these things; what do you want me to do to you?”
“Unnnph, God.” Jimmy inhaled sharply as Cold’s cock popped in a few more inches, aided by the lube left behind from the plug. He had to concentrate to make his mouth cooperate to speak properly. “I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me really hard, to tell me how fucking good I feel while you do it... I want to know how much you love it.”
“Mmm, I love your tight little ass,” Cold rumbled immediately in reply, plastering himself against Jimmy’s back as he slammed all the way in with a low grunt. “You always feel so fucking perfect, Mr. Poe.”
“Fuck, yes,” Jimmy moaned.
“Your body feels like it was made just for me, as if every inch of you was crafted specifically for taking my cock,” Cold crooned. “No one else will ever know the heaven that is being inside of you... no one!”
“Oh, God!” Jimmy cried out as Cold began to fuck him hard.
“And you always taste so fucking good,” Cold went on, kissing at Jimmy’s ear. “Warm, sweet... a little salty if I’ve already come in you... Mmm, nothing compares to eating out your perfect little ass after I’ve fucking filled you up.”
“Rod,” Jimmy whimpered, his cock twitching with new vigor as he listened to every lewd word. Cold’s breath at his ear was making his entire spine shiver, and the sensation was pooling down between his legs and leaving him aching for more.
“That’s when I know you’re mine,” Cold went on salaciously. “Totally and absolutely. You smell like me... you taste like me... I’ve claimed every inch of you... and it makes me want to do it all over again...”
“Rod! Fuck, yes!” Jimmy screamed, torn apart by Cold’s filthy words and his massive cock thrusting inside of him.
