“Yes, I want you to fuck me, but what about ‘no repeats?’” I try to mimic his deeper voice.
Lev doesn’t look impressed.
“Watch the attitude, doe,” he scolds me before mauling my mouth with that talented tongue. As expected, Lev just forces his way into my mouth, completely dominating it, making me yield to his control, and I eat it up like the ravenous slut I am.
He is the only one who quiets those voices in my head. I feel lighter around him. For the first time in my adult life, I have some awareness of who I really am, who the person buried underneath all this trauma is.
Lev sweeps his tongue with long slides over my own. I groan loudly at the sloppiness and intensity of this kiss. I don't think my mouth could get any wider. The burn of his stubble around my lips sends tendrils of warmth over my skin that travels down to my cock. He kisses like he fucks, hard, unapologetic, and possessive. His large hands grab onto my ass as he forces our covered cocks together, and the contact is exquisite, but I'd prefer to be naked.
I feel a slight wetness at the tip of my cock as it rubs against the monster dick that is hard as rock behind Lev's pants. Pulling away, he grabs the collar of my shirt and turns me around so fast before shoving me over his desk, causing the papers and ashtray to fall onto the ground. This is not what I expected when I came here tonight, but I'm not complaining.
“Gonna ruin your ass now, doe. Hope you are ready. You asked for this.” His smoky voice lingers on the back of my neck. He undoes my jeans and aggressively pulls them down my legs along with my underwear. “Fuck yeah, this ass is just begging to be owned isn’t it, doe?”
“God yes, own it, fuck me, please, please, Lev.” I swallow hard and look back over my shoulder at him. “Destroy me.”
His eyes flare, no green to be seen as the black from his pupils has taken over any color.
A glob of what I assume is spit covers my hole before two large fingers penetrate me without hesitation and without care. The burn is welcome, I'm horny for anything he will give me.
“Just do it,” I beg.
I need more and I don't want any more prep. I want this to hurt. Unlike most people, Lev does not question it. I hear him spit on his dick before I feel the large wide tip push against my hole, the barbell of his piercing rubbing against my rim.
“Wish granted,” he says and thrusts inside me in one hard push.
Holy shit, it feels like all my insides have been rearranged. No sound comes from my mouth as the pain and heat from his monster dick leaves me overcome with extreme fullness.
“Unngghh, so fucking good, doe. This is the tightest hole I have ever fucked,” he pants as he fucks me with such force I would consider it a hate fuck.
The piercing on his cock rubs over my prostate with such heavy pressure, it makes my body light up like fireworks. Every part of my body vibrates, mini explosions of heat as he repeatedly hits that spot.
I want more.
The room is filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against my ass. The desk is starting to move with his full weight pounding into me as I grip onto the edges of the desk for life. The shouts of ecstasy leaving my mouth are so loud, I think it may be louder than the music outside in the bar, but I don't care. I’m letting myself go. Lev is no better, grunting and panting with every move.
He slaps my right ass cheek hard. “Fuck, doe, your greedy hole is gonna make me cum. Rub that thick dick of yours.”
Grabbing my dick, I move my hand up and down, my precum makes it slide with ease. It's so sensitive to the touch that it doesn't take more than three strokes before I'm yelling out my release that spills over my hand. The shout is not only from pleasure that trumps any other orgasm I have ever had, but it's a shout that releases all the tension and worries that I have going on. It settles me in a way I never thought sex could. My body ripples with contented aftershocks.
“Fuck, fucccck,” Lev yells as his cum breeds me until I am filled completely.
I missed that sensation from last night. I loved being wet and sticky, having my body used by him. I feel claimed. For a brief moment, he rests his head on the back of my sweaty neck, trying to compose himself.
His breath on my damp neck makes my sensitive skin shudder. When he pulls his cock out of me, I hiss at the loss. His juices start to drip down the back of my thighs, the filthiness of it makes me preen with pride that I made him cum, that I have his cum in me, and it's all mine.Mine. I want more of his juice in me, to have it leaking from me daily, reminding me who I belong to.
I look over my shoulder where Lev is transfixed, staring at my ass while holding my cheeks apart, enjoying watching himself spill out of me.
“Fuck, that's a pretty sight. Hold on,” he says as he lets me go and walks around to the desk drawers to grab some tissues that he then hands to me.
I’m thankful. I love his juice in me, but I don't want it on show to others. I’m wearing black after all.
After I clean myself up, I stand and notice Lev is already put back together again. He doesn't even look like he has just fucked me senseless. He looks at me with a heavy hooded gaze as I pull my jeans back up. It makes my hands waver as he watches me, my physical reaction to him has not subsided. It's getting worse and I think I’m getting to a point where I don't want to live without his attention and touch.
“You are doing that weird smile again,” he says and I don’t give a shit.
I know that others find my quirks unusual, but this is who I truly am, and around Lev I don't fight it. I can't fight it, and I've given up trying. He always comments on my smile with annoyance, but I know he secretly likes it. I think he likes it because it reminds him of the Crazy that lives in my brain. Those parts of ourselves call to one another and that's why the connection between us when we come together is so powerful. Lev needs that in another person as much as I do. It means we don't have to hide, but I remind myself that is not something he wants.
“What do I do Lev?” I ask, needing to change the path of this conversation before I lose it again.
