“No, keep doing that. Just like that.”
Hey, even a king can take orders now and then. He doesn’t let me keep it up long, anyway, pulling my head off and manhandling me back down onto the bed, face up, dick pointing to him like a compass needle pointing dead north.
“Your turn,” he tells me, and I lie back and let him nibble his way down my body. He gets to his destination fast, sucks me down, his mouth working me warm and wet, lighting up every nerve ending in my dick. His hands slide under me to gather up my ass, kneading, stroking, as he swallows me right down and noses around in my bush. When he starts to pull up slowly I let out a moan, watch his cheeks hollow, and I grab at the bedcovers. His tongue teases every ridge and every vein along the way until his lips make a tight ring just under my head, and he looks up to catch my eye.
“Please,” I gasp, when he doesn’t move, and he fuckingwinksat me before bobbing his head on my cock, then pulling right off again with hard suction, letting my dick slap back against my belly. “Please, Luca,” I beg, until he gives in and takes me back into his mouth until I’m lodged at the back of his throat, his spit running down to soak my balls. That’s where his attention goes next, one hand rolling my nuts softly, tugging in a gentle question as he lets his hand take over from his mouth on my shaft, and kisses the insides of my thighs.
I pull my legs up, grab the back of my knees and spread them in a shameless invitation, and he chuckles against my balls. “I love how you love this,” he sighs happily.
“I love the way youdoit, so come on and—fuck.” He laps his tongue right across my asshole, hard and demanding. When I look down I see my cock dribbling fast, his face buried below it as his tongue twists into my knot. I collapse back on the bed, my hole spasming against his tongue’s invasion, and I let him take over. He gets deep, deeper, squirming and wriggling home, then tongue-fucks me until I whimper, his stubble scraping against my tender wet flesh, each stabbing prickle only adding to my pleasure.
And all the while, his hand is still on me, fast and slick, his thumb sliding over my slit each time and then rubbing wetly under my ridge. My balls draw up tight, tingling, warning. I let my knees go and grab at his hand.
“Wait, baby. Please—I wanna shoot with you in me.”
“Yeahyou do,” he growls. He grabs my discarded tee from the foot of the bed to wipe his face down and it’s somehow even hotter when he throws it on the ground, silently daring me to complain. I keep my mouth shut tight and wait for him to crawl up the bed, then wrap my hand around his thick cock as it wags between us.
He stretches away from me, one hand reaching out. There’s a softsnickof a flip-top cap and then he rolls back, hand cupped, brings it down to my ass again and starts to slather me up with lube, fingers pushing into me. I’m so relaxed from his tongue that there’s barely any resistance.
“Come on,” I tell him. “Quit playing with my hole and fuck it.”
He slaps the remainder of the lube all over his cock, breathing fast, and bends closer to my ear. “If I didn’t want you so bad I’d teach you a lesson in patience, but—”
He pounces, knees between my thighs, holding himself up on one elbow, his other hand on his dick. I grab at it, push his hand off, and wrap my legs around his waist. I guide his cock towards me and the first prod of it against my hole makes me groan.
“Go on, baby bird, put it where you want it,” he murmurs, his breath damp against my shoulder, and I stuff him into me, get my hand out of the way and let my asshole gobble up that hot, thick cock.
I let out a long breath and feel him grin against my neck.
“Too much for you?” he teases.
“I’m not here to talk,” I snap back, or try to. The fact that I’m panting takes all the edge off it.
He laughs, actually laughs. “No, you’re not. You’re here for this, right?” He pulls out and then fucks into me deep, slow, hard, one big push until he bottoms out in my gut. I can’t help groaning, even though it only proves his point.
“Yeah, we both know why you’re here,” he says, leaning up a bit to look me in his face. His eyes are twinkling.
“The dickingandthe dollars,” I say, as drily as I can when my ass is stuffed full of cock.
“I aim to please,” he mutters, and then he shifts, rolls right on top of me, takes my face in his hands. My heart bounces in my chest, filling up like a balloon.
“You please me,” I manage to say. “Very much.”
“Same,” he says, and then we forget about words, our bodies moving into familiar rhythms, the slick of my pre-cum making us slide, slip against each other. I get my legs so high I could strangle him, I’m bending in two for him, because as deep as he gets, I want him still deeper.
He doesn’t let up, hammering into me, encouraging my legs up and over his shoulders so my knees are at my chin, and all the while his cock is making me feel filthy-sexy, his hands and his mouth are showing me love, caressing me, lips on my neck, fingers pinching at my nipples—
“Fill me up,” I gasp. “Come on.”
“Say it like you really mean it.”
I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his face to mine. “Come in my ass.”
His cock swells and flexes inside me, stretching me, and I buck up into him just as he slams down, a snarl reverberating through his chest and out of his mouth as he explodes.
While he’s still pulsing inside me, he gets his hand between us, closes on my cock and tugs. I clamp my ass down on him hard when I shoot, andfuck, the way he screws up his face, wincing, gasping out a laugh…
I lose my heart to him all over again every time we do this.
