“What?”
“You like to be told what to do.”
“Yes, so much.” I rest my head against his chest, melting against him as he keeps massaging my nipple and cock with his big, powerful hands.
“You like me to take charge.”
“Uh-huh.”
He squeezes my cock hard enough to make me gasp. “You want this to be mine.”
“Yes.”
“You want your orgasms to be mine.”
Fuck, he’s a natural at this. “Yes, Sir, I do.”
He unbuttons my jeans, slides his hands into my pants, and rubs my dick. “Who does your beautiful cock belong to?”
“You, Sir. Only you.”
“Who gets to touch it?”
“Just you, Sir.”
“And who gets to say when you come?”
“You.”
He withdraws his hand and thrusts it down the back of my jeans and pants, stroking his dry finger over my hole. “And who does this pretty hole belong to?”
“You.” He’s being so hot, sexy, and dominating right now that I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
“And what do I get to do with it?”
“Anything you want, Sir.”
His hot breath blows over my ear and neck. He bites my earlobe gently but enough to sting. “That’s right, pretty boy. You’re mine.”
He squeezes my arse cheek, then pulls his hand free of my clothes. He spins me around, picks me up, and walks us to the wall. I barely notice my back bumping against the hard surface as he claims my lips and pillages my mouth with his tongue. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, stroke my fingers through his hair, and moan and whimper as he ruts against me. I’m already hard, and his cock isn’t far behind. This. This is why I like fucking around with men who are bigger than me. It’s sexy to be with a guy who can lift me up. But Kyle is sexier than all the guys I’ve been with. Something about the things he says and does drives me insane. Is it because I spent a year getting to know him and discovering how kind and caring he is? Or because I feel so damned safe around him, like he’s my knight in shining armour? My hero.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. You have the most beautiful smile. And your lips—fuck, your lips are perfect for kissing. You turn me on so fucking much. You make me so damned horny. I can’t wait to get inside you, to feel how hot and tight your arse is.” He punctuates each compliment with a kiss.
“I want your cock so badly, Sir.”
“I know you do. Soon, beautiful.”
He carries me into his bedroom, kissing me the whole way. I have no clue how he can see where he’s going. All I know is that he doesn’t stumble, fall, or knock either of us into anything.
He sits me on the bed and takes my top off. “Look at you. I bet you work out just for me, don’t you? You know how much I appreciate your body. How much I want to lick my way over your muscles and down your V-lines.”
He crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and does exactly what he described. He explores my sweaty chest and stomach with his tongue. I hug his head and stroke his hair as he does it. Fuck, no one has ever worshipped my body like this before.
“You taste amazing, pretty boy.”
When he’s done licking my torso, he looks up, his gaze holding mine for a few dizzying seconds before he pulls the rest of my clothes off. He stands and looks at me, his stare trailing over my body.
“So fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. Especially this.” He leans down, puts his hands on the bed, and sucks my cock into his mouth.
