“Fuck. Fuck,” he murmurs. “Fuck. I’m going to come if you do that.”
I pull off of him entirely, and he stares down at me.
“You’re torturing me,” he says angrily. “You asshole.”
I bite down on his dick lightly, and he gasps.
“Good.”
I lick up his cock once more, and he swears as I slowly take him into my mouth, repeating the entire process. I keep him on edge until he has tears leaking from his eyes, his skin pink with desire, his entire body trembling.
It’s only then that I give him what he wants.
I reach out and stroke him, milking him until his cum spills from his tip and onto his stomach. He gasps and shouts, his heels digging into the edge of the mattress, his hands grabbing on to me as I empty him.
“Fucking fuck,” he wheezes. “What the hell was that? I can’t move. You broke my dick.”
“Good,” I say as I run my hands up his trembling thighs. He freezes when my hands land on his waist. I shift my body up and flip him over, his ass jiggling slightly as I do.
“But, Neo, I’m not remotely done with you,” I grind out as I spread his cheeks and stare at his hole.
His legs are hanging off the bed, his body bent in half. He looks so good like this.
“Where’s your lube?” I ask, and he points with a trembling hand to the table near my bed. “You left some in here?”
“A boy can dream. Aren’t you glad I did?”
I don’t let him move, just lean over him, pull the drawer open, and grab it, my body pressing him into the mattress as I do. He grunts under my weight, but doesn’t attempt to leave. He just waits there, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It allows me to open him up slowly.
One finger at a time until I’m four deep.
His back arches as I move in and out of him, his mouth parted in whines as I find that spot inside of him that makes him wild. I pull his cock out from where it’s trapped on the bed and bring it between his legs. I stare at the hard length, the way his balls are bunched and full. I pull on them, and he gasps as I continue to finger him open. He’s wet, open, and ready.
I undo my pants with my free hand and pull out my cock, squirting lube on it and stroking it. I’m unbearably hard.
I want to be inside of him. I want to wreck him.
He’s going to let me.
I replace my fingers with my dick, shoving in slowly, making him bow upward, his head falling back as I bottom out. Holding myself there, feeling his rim contract around my sensitive cock, I lean forward and kiss his shoulder, my monster growling and making me bite him right after.
He hisses, and I lick up his neck as my hand curls in his hair, arching his face toward mine. His cheeks are wet, his eyes hooded.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers, and I thrust a little deeper as he moans in pleasure.
“I don’t want to kill you. I want you to surrender.”
“Never,” he gasps.
My mouth brushes his, and he leans toward me. A moment, a hesitation, and then he lunges forward, kissing me, our lips meeting as he thrusts his tongue into me. The feel of it is enough to make my monster roar. Neo twists his tongue around mine, and my hips move—a slow, methodical thrust, one that makes his moans slide into mymouth and down my throat. I don’t let up. I just continue to fuck into him as I slowly eat his mouth. And he lets me, his body contorted, his back arched up as I use him.
His soft mewls, his low groans are my inevitable undoing.
If I thought he was going to surrender first, I was mistaken.
I fall over the edge with a low, unhinged groan.
