His tongue makes circles around my rim, bringing forth a deep, long moan from my mouth. He spreads my cheeks to spit on my asshole. He spits again, a gasp leaving me each time he does it, then fucks me with his tongue.
“That’s it, baby. Eat my ass.”
He glides his tongue along my crease, licking from the part next to my balls all the way up. I rest my head against the wall and spread my cheeks apart so he can fuck me deeper with his tongue.
“Fuck my ass with your finger, Daddy.”
Through the mirror, I watch as he licks his finger and sinks it into my ass, curling it and massaging my prostate.
“OH, FUCK,” I scream.
I watch him pump his finger in and out of me, a look of determined glee on his face. My tongue travels along the seam of my lips, and he rises to stand. “Fuck—Felix, your mouth is so pretty. I can’t take it anymore.” He turns me around, presses me against the wall, and pulls off my boots, stockings, and thong before unzipping his pants to free his stiff cock. He wraps his arms around my waist, then flips me upside down, my face directly in front of his cock. I instinctively begin sucking it while he continues to eat my ass. I grip onto his legs, but I can feel the firm hold he has of me. I’m spread-eagle, hanging upside down, deep-throating his cock.
Torren eats me out for a while, but the blood rushes to my head, and I tap his leg. He sets me down on the bed, raking his gaze over my body as he kicks off his boots and pants.
“Need you. Now.” I can’t even speak in complete sentences anymore. My heart thuds as my eyes trail over his naked body.
He climbs on top of me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. We kiss fiercely, nipping at each other’s lips.
“I need to fuck you. Doggy,” he states with a gravelly voice.
I can’t even talk anymore. I just reposition myself so that I’m on all fours, looking at my face in the mirror, while Torren grabs lube from a drawer near the bed.
He slicks his cock, lines it up to my ass, then slowly pushes past the first ring of muscle while holding onto my shoulder.
“Fuck, Felix. You feel so good.”
“Pull my hair, Torren. Please.”
He grips the back of my head with a growl and pulls. “Yes,” I huff out. “Harder.”
Torren holds onto my hair while pounding my asshole fast and deep. “Choke me,” I cry out.
Torren slows, our eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. “Sorry. You don’t have to,” I apologize.
He looks at me, tilting his head to the side, before smiling. “Can’t use the word stop if it’s too much. What will you do if you need me to stop?”
I think for a moment, then say, “I’ll tap your hands three times.”
“Good boy.”
His hands wrap around my throat, and I watch in the mirror as my face turns red. His cocks plunges into me—pounding my ass while he grips my throat. It’s amazing—the sensation of getting railed by his thick cock is even stronger when I can’t breathe.
It becomes too much, and I tap his hands three times. He releases me at once, rubbing my back and shoulders, asking, “You okay? Everything good?”
I catch my breath, my heart rate slowing down, then meet his gaze in the mirror and nod.
That low snarl of his rumbles deep in his chest when I say, “Again.”
We develop a rhythm, alternating between him fucking and choking me, stopping at my signal, and doing it all over again once I’m ready.
Torren’s in complete control over himself, and my heart bursts with pride.
Eventually, he stops choking me and wraps his arms around me, raising me up so my back is flush with his chest, and holding me tightly while thrusting his cock into me. Our bodies slap together. I’m light-headed from the breath play,but in the best way. It’s euphoric. I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp once more.
His breath hitches, his eyes rolling back as his thrusting slows, his hips moving in a smooth, easy motion.
This is what I wanted. To show him he can control it. We can be kinky and loving.
