Fuck. That’s heavenly. Erotic. Oh shit. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I imagine it’s Georgiy pushing into me for the first time. The fantasy of him being inside me, coupled with the feel of being fucked over and over make my cock explode untouched. It’s fast and messy, my muffled shout nearly drowned out by Georgiy’s amused chuckle.
As my cum spills over the head of my dick and onto my abdomen, Georgiy doesn’t let up. Instead, he reaches out and turns up the intensity.
“Two more.”
I hear a chair being pulled up to the side of the bed, and I see him pull out a thick book. Some kind of medical text.
He’s reading. He’s reading a goddamn book while making me come.
Two more times.
Why is he so hot?
I want to take a piece off him and wear it.
Another groan escapes as the machine moves in and out of me, my eyes trailing over Georgiy’s body while I’m fucked relentlessly. He’s torturing me in the best way. His fingers slowly undo the top button of his shirt, exposing his throat to me, that Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
I want to bite it, suck it. I want to leave my markright there.
His eyes flick to mine, and I see a spark light up those dark depths. He knows what he’s doing. I want him to show memore.
His finger trails down his cut jaw, and I can almost feel the abrasion of his stubble on my skin. On my tongue.
The tip of his finger curls under the collar of his shirt, and he tugs it down slightly, exposing some dark chest hair. Not much, but enough to make me want to rub my face in it like a cat in heat.
More. Show me more.
He’s so buttoned-up, so clean and proper. I want to see him mussed and dirty.
He shifts slightly and undoes the link of his belt, pulling the leather through the loops slowly.
Rude, really. This is a striptease. A way to make me weak.
Not that he cares. He just relaxes back and resumes reading, leaving me to stare at the exposed skin of his neck and the bit of coarse hair at the top of his chest, my eyes crossing when my balls draw up and my cock explodes again. My moans fill the room as my mess joins the previous one.
Georgiy’s lips twitch.
“One more, Bane.”
I groan loudly, my rasping breaths exposing how much I want this. How much I want to show him how good I can be.
He reaches out and flicks the intensity up a little more, and my cock doesn’t even grow soft. Pain blooms inside me, making my dick stay hard, the constant pressure on my prostate making me crazy. I’m moaning and writhing, the sheets slipping off the corners of the bed as I move. My legs start to shake as Georgiy stretches and pulls his shirt from the waist of his pants, showing me a small fraction of his lower stomach. I try to reach out, but I can’t. I’m stuck. The assault on my ass, on my direct vision, makes everything inside me tremble.
I’m wild with need, with lust. I can smell it. He must be able to as well because he inhales deeply and runs his palm down his hard cock. I strain toward him, wanting him to reach out and touch me, but he goes back to reading. He leaves me to juststare at him, gasping, marveling at how fucking delicious he is. A snack. An appetizer. A full-blown meal.
I want him to take that big dick and shove it down my throat.
I want to be unable to breathe around it. I want to choke. Pass out. I want to…
I scream when my final orgasm hits me, my cum spurting lamely from the tip of my cock and dribbling down my hard length. Good thing I was able to impress him with how much cum shot out of my dick previously, or else I’d be a little embarrassed by what just happened.
Georgiy watches me intently before nodding once and flicking the machine off, but not entirely removing it from me. My hole clenches around the silicone cock, my abdomen a sticky mess.
He stands, and I see his erection straining from the confines of his slacks. Big and thick.
It would hurt so good.
But he doesn’t fuck me. This man has far too much restraint. He needs to let loose, to let go.
