I worked my way down his chest and stomach, covering him in bite marks. He teetered between wrecked and desperate as deep bruises bloomed angrily on his skin and his dick throbbed, dripping precum in the soft hair on his lower belly. Every moan was louder than the last as his body tensed and rode the high the pain brought him.
“Please,” he begged as I let go of his hip. “Please, fuck me, Mav.Please.”
“We’ll get there,” I promised. I licked my way up the defined lines of his stomach and sternum. The little whimper he let out at my denial made me chuckle. “I like you like this… desperate and needy… begging for my cock.”
I dragged my teeth over his nipple, teasing the hard peak. I tested his pain threshold, finding a sweet spot that made him moan in this sexy little broken sound. Each one made my cock throb with a need to be buried inside him. I repeated the same on the other side as he slowly unraveled under me.
Leaning over, I grabbed the lube I kept in my nightstand and sank back on my knees. His hazy gaze followed my movements, watching everything I did.
“Spread your legs for me, princess,” I ordered as I coated my hard length. I stroked myself, slow and firm, catching how he watched my fist glide over my thick shaft. Harley’s legs fell open for me with ease, body trembling with overstimulation. The position put him perfectly on display for me—his cock flushed dark pink and curving toward his belly, his balls drawn up tight, and his ass clenching on nothing in anticipation. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty like this.”
I swiped lube over his crease and circled that eager rim of muscles, admiring the way they clenched all over again.
“Look at you… so fucking desperate for something inside you… your ass is practically begging for me, princess,” I said roughly, enjoying the needy whine that escaped him.
“Please.” The word fell out of him in a rasp—a chant that he kept repeating as his hips moved against my hand.
I pressed one finger inside him. His muscles fluttered around me as if trying to pull me in deeper. I happily obliged, working my finger in and out of him in a steady rhythm. One finger quickly became two, scissoring and twisting to stretch him wider. His body’s resistance gave way quickly as he relaxed for me, letting me pump in and out of him quicker.
“That’s it, princess, open up for my cock. Feel how you’re sucking my fingers back in? So fucking greedy for me,” I murmured. He tried to reply—he really did—but I crooked my fingers over his prostate, and nothing but senseless babble fell off his lips. His cock twitched and leaked with precum. I could see the way his vein pulsed under the flushed skin on his shaft. He was so damn close already, and I hadn’t touched him once. “Don’t come yet, princess. Not until my cock is in this perfect ass of yours.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I positioned myself close to him. His knee settled in the crook of my elbow as I pushed his legs open wider, giving me better access to him as I lined myself up. Witha slow flex of my hips, the crown of my cock pressed through that ring of muscles. He was so goddamn tight still, even after my fingers. His muscles resisted just enough to make my breath hitch.
“Fuck,” I let out with a low groan as I sank in inch by inch, the drag of his walls hugging every ridge and vein. The blazing heat of his body around mine took my breath away.
Harley’s face twisted with an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure, and I found myself hung up on watching his expression. His mouth fell open with a gasp as I bottomed out, my balls rocking against his ass. I held still to let him adjust, even as my own control frayed at the edges.
I stared down at where our bodies met, admiring how he was stretched wide around my girth. His body shuddered beneath me, chest heaving and cock twitching against his stomach.
“Look how good you take me, princess,” I gritted out. He clenched around me lightly, and I damn near lost it right there, the pressure building hot at the base of my spine.
I dragged my dick out of him slowly until my crown notched on his rim, his body clinging to me—trying to keep me inside. As he tried to push against me, I slammed right back all the way in. The air punched out of his lungs with a loud moan. I set a torturous rhythm that was pure agony and restraint with every thrust. His fingers dug into my arms as he clung to me, nails biting my skin. I circled my hips in a slow grind to stroke his prostate, pulling a groan out of him.
“Louder, princess,” I ordered and did it again, drawing out the same response. “Let me hear you fall apart for me.”
I found an alternating rhythm of slow, agonizing thrusts and circling my hips. I watched his face, catching every little inhale, gasp, and stutter, and used them to drive him to the edge. My fingers tangled in the sheets as I held onto every ounce of restraint I had to take care of him first. I hooked his other leghigher, opening him wider for me, as I leaned over him and kissed him hard. The angle had every thrust and circle stroking that spot relentlessly. His dick lay heavy against his stomach, trapped between us with his precum smearing across my skin.
“Mav… Mav… Mav…” Harley let out, every iteration of my name sticking in his throat. “Please…I need to…”
His words fractured as the tension visibly coiled in him. His abs tightened, and his thighs trembled. His ass held my length in a vise-grip as I bottomed out.He was right there.
“Come on, princess,” I growled. “Milk my cock while you come.”
One more deliberate thrust, and he shattered. A guttural cry tore from his throat as he came. Thick ropes of cum splattered on his flushed skin, painting him in white. His muscles convulsed wildly around as waves of pleasure surged through his body.
“That’s my good boy. Still so goddamn pretty when you come untouched for me,” I bit out.
The sight of him ruined and panting obliterated my control.I couldn’t hold it back anymore.My hips snapped forward as I drove into him, the pace I set brutal and unforgiving. Gripping both his thighs, I forced his legs open wider, folding them forward. The angle gave me deeper access to his body, every rapid pass stroking his overly sensitive prostate.
“Oh…fuck,” he choked out. His dick jerked between us, and his hips bucked upward, chasing more.
The wet sounds of my cock pistoning in and out of his body and the slap of my balls on his skin filled the room. His muscles clenched and spasmed around my length as he lost control with me. Liquid heat scoured down my spine, making my chest heave and my heart race.
Faster.
Deeper.
Don’t stop.
