“Do you, now? And if I want to fuck you until you’re a crying snot-faced mess before letting you come?”
“Then take me. I want what you want. So, if that’s what you want, use me as you please.”
“This isn’t going to be gentle, vato. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Hard and fast, Papi works perfectly for me.”
He leaned over and grabbed the lube sitting on the nightstand while still holding me in place. Clear, viscous liquid drizzled over his cock. The bottle cap clicked, and he tossed it on the bed before taking himself in hand. His eyes glued themselves to my ass, where it lay propped on his thighs. His big hand wrapped around his length, jacking his dick until it glistened in the lamplight that lit up the room.
He moved to pull the plug from my ass and fed me his dick. He moved slow and steady, filling me in one long, deep thrust. All the air rushed from my lungs when he grazed the bundle of nerves deep within me. Then, it all rushed back when he bottomed out. He stretched me so fucking good.
“Move.”
“Someone’s trying to be a bossy bottom.”
“Goddammit, Hayden, fuck me already.”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” he threatened.
“I told you, want you a snot-faced crying mess before you come.”
I wiggled in his lap, but the position he had stretched me out in gave me zero leverage, and I did nothing other than make him laugh.
“When are you going to accept you’re my boy, vato, and I’m your Papi?”
“Maybe when you fuck me!”
He thrust into me, barely moving, and I wanted to throw him down and ride his big dick, but the way he held me left me with little to no options other than waiting for him to stop torturing me.
“You said it wasn’t going to take long.”
“No, you said hard and fast. I said it wouldn’t be gentle.”
He gripped my face, slanted his mouth across mine, and fucked my face with his tongue. But his hips didn’t move. He held perfectly still, and I wanted to swear a blue streak, but right as I lost the grip on my sanity, he began to move.
A hand gripped my shoulder, his thumb pressed over the soft, vulnerable spot between my collarbones as he pounded into me.
Over and over.
He made me take his cock how he wanted. There was no rhyme or reason, no rhythm or pattern.
Hard and fast.
Slow and so deep I could almost taste his precum.
Then he’d switch it up, rocking into me as he pegged my prostate.
His voice was a constant, but I couldn’t concentrate enough to pick up what he was saying. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts or words. I was a blubbering mess, and all I wanted was to come. My body burned with the need.
A need that turned white hot and seared through my veins along with the blood rushing fast and hard when the hand pinning mine to the bed moved to mirror the other one on my neck, both thumbs now pressing into the base of my throat.
Air, already a hot commodity as I panted and gasped and cried, tears and snot covering my face just like he wanted, became scarcer.
“Please. Papi. Oh God! Please.”
“Fuck look at you. So fucking gorgeous begging your Papi. Tell me what you want, vato.”
“I need… need… God! Please… I need to come.”
