“Crazy bastard.”
All yours, baby.
I release his legs to line my cock with his hole, before leaning over him. Even with the tears in his eyes, there’s divine retribution in his stare when I place my hand around his mouth.
That is the exact look I wanted you to have on your face when I finally fucked you.
When I thrust the full length of my cock into him his scream reverberates against my palm. His free fist has balled the side of my shirt and his eyes are closed tightly.
Is this your first time being fucked in the ass, baby?
There’s pain in his energy. It’s more than his arousal but I can’t find it in me to feel guilty, because his ass is tightly fisted around my throbbing cock.
I’m unable to look away. I slide out of him to thrust deeply into his body once more and he cries out against my hand again. He’s tense beneath me and he can’t even open his eyes against my invasion of his body.
By the third thrust, his pain has lessened and his arousal is taking over again.
On the fourth, he comes beneath me, this time with a muffled wail. When he opens his eyes, more tears are falling across his cheeks.
“Fuuuck. Baby.” The words rumble from my lips like a thankful prayer. My rhythm inside him picks up only barely, yet he claws at the hand I’ve placed over his mouth. Every time I sink into his warmth, his energy pulses and he protests against my hand, trying to pry me off to tell me something with tears in hazy eyes.
He finally manages to wiggle room beneath my fingers to get his voice through, and this time even his eyes are pleading, “Wait—!”
Thrust.
A dry orgasm grips his body so viciously, his head snaps back.
You’re just so fucking pretty.
“Ngh.” His walls grip my cock so tightly that for a moment, I can barelymove and when his orgasm subsides I can tell from his eyes that he’s lost his senses. Lost his will to fight. Lost his pride.
In this moment, he’s nothing but my own personal whore.
Pleading for his life while I break him in and use him.
“Fuck, Reubenplease—!”
It snaps the last of my restraint. When I slide into him, this time it’s deeper. Wilder. Insistent.
I think I’ve been possessed by something because I can’t stop it—can’t stop the way my body seeks out the warmth of his hole. Can’t stop the wild thrusts into him. Even when another orgasm tears through his body, driving another wail from his lips and more tears across his cheeks.
He’s so sensitive to even the slightest movement inside him, and for a split second, I wonder if it’s his hyperawareness.
A tyrant like me really is a bad matchup for someone like you,estrellito.
He’s so overwhelmed by me he's too weak to hold his head up. I can feel him punching my side weakly as I bury my teeth in his neck. I’m thrusting inside him wildly, my other hand gripping his thigh to spread him wider, and his skin is like a fucking fever against mine when I feel my orgasm nearing.
I want to tell him how pretty he is. How much of my mind he’s taken up. How many fantasies I’ve had of this moment.
But I can’t say a fucking word when my orgasm barrels through me.
I bury my teeth into the base of his neck as I groan. Christian shudders beneath me as his last orgasm tears through him, his hole tightening around my dick at the most perfect moment.
Emptying my tight, pent-up balls inside him is nothing short of Nirvana. My cock twitches as it shoots hot cum deep inside him and I thrust into him sharply twice more before I’m finally spent.
I love that he’s trembling. Love that he can’t even see me amidst his sensations—even when he opens his eyes.
“I… hate you.” He can’t even form a proper glare and I kiss the tears across his cheeks.
