Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever sounded so desperate.
My voice cracks, but it somehow sounds soft. Calm. Like those waters I’m floating in.
“You’ve been such a good boy. Of course you can have my cock now.”
I hear a faint click and then feel the bed dip in front of me before Sir takes a fistful of my hair and lifts my head until I feel something new nudging against my lips. It’s not the rough leather of the crop, but the softness of skin. I part my lips, and he pushes the head of his dick past them, stretching my mouth open wider. I taste him on my tongue, salty and musky.
He groans. “There you go, sweetheart. Take me into that beautiful throat of yours. “
A cool, wet sensation trickles down the crease of my ass, and the shocked noise I make is muffled by the cock driving deeper into my mouth. Sir’s finger dips between my cheeks and presses against my hole, swirling the lube around before he pushes inside. He thrusts once before adding a second finger, then a third, not making me wait by taking too long stretching me open.
He must know how badly I want him.
I don’t even think I’m sucking him, not really. He holds his dick in my mouth while I moan around it, giving little thrusts just to let me feel the slow glide of him across my tongue.
The next thing I know, the blindfold is ripped off my head, and I blink against the dim light in the room. I peer up through the blur of tears to see Sir staring down at me, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat.
“That’s better,” he growls breathlessly. “Had to see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
When his fingers leave my ass and his cock slips out of my mouth, I don’t even whine, more than content knowing where it’s going instead.
Sir lets my head fall back to the pillow and repositions himself, ending up between my legs again. He grips my hips and raises them so my ass is in the air, my dick hanging heavy as it quickly fills once more. I leave my cheek pressed to the pillow, letting him maneuver me wherever he wants me.
Just ready for him to fuckinguseme.
I can hear the rustle of clothes, the click of the lube bottle again, and I start writhing in anticipation.
“Keep squirming like that and I’ll make you wait for it.”
I still immediately.
He chuckles darkly.
Definitely feeling sadistic this morning.
With one hand still gripping my left hip, he brings the blunt head of his cock to my hole, slick with lube, and slowly startspushing inside. I’m already so relaxed and stretched from his fingers that it doesn’t take much force for his crown to slip past my rim.
We groan at the same time, the noise mingling with all the heat and sweat and arousal in the air.
Both his hands hold onto my hips again, fingers digging into my flesh, leaving yet more marks on me. He thrusts slowly, and I can feel him tremble with restraint. The stretch burns with every inch, but I’ve come to love it, to crave it—the bite of pain before the flood of pleasure.
He bottoms out, and I moan loudly before peering behind me to see him throw his head back.
“Fuck, Jackson,” he says, his voice a deep growl again as he slowly pulls his cock back. “Always so fucking tight for me. Always my perfect little hole.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I manage to speak through a nonexistent breath.
He lowers his gaze to mine and grins, showing teeth in that wicked way he does. “Hold onto those ropes if you need to, sweetheart. I’m about to fuck my hole hard and fast.”
The groan I make gets cut off when he drives all the way in on one thrust, punching the air from my lungs in a silent cry.
Hard.
Fast.
Just the way he promised.
He doesn’t stop this time, setting a brutal pace that doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. I do exactly what he said, scrambling to grab onto the ropes that extend from my wrists to the headboard as he pounds into me, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust. His fingertips dig harder into my hips, and God help me, I want him to leave bruises.
