He swallows thickly but nods. “Just let me come?—”
His words are cut off when I squeeze him tighter, holding him solidly in place as I jerk myself roughly.
Preston tilts his head to the side to watch me, his glistening lips parted, his eyes as bright as a mystic forest. And my cock grows thicker under his gaze, preening like a fucking peacock.
This isn’t enough.
Fuck it.
I release my cock and rub it all over his ass, across the angry red marks I left.
Preston’s groan mixes with my harsh grunts. Fuck, this feels like I’m an animal rutting against another animal, unable to get enough.
Nothingis enough when I have Preston in my hands.
I grab his red ass cheek in a rough hand and spit a couple of times on the tip of my cock. The purple veins throb in the dim light as I thrust against his tight hole.
“W-what are you doing?” He cranes back, his expression wide, but his lips part, and the light in his eyes shines brighter. “Don’t you dare fuck me, Marcus.”
“I won’t.”
“But you’re…”
“I said I won’t. Your first time taking my cock won’t be in a mechanic shop.” I jerk my hips, slamming my cock against his welcoming entrance. “Mmm. Your little hole is clenching, baby. I think it wants to be filled.”
“Ungh…shit…”
“You took all three of my fingers the other time, so it’s definitely missing being stuffed full of me.”
“Shut up.”
“My cock is thicker and bigger than my fingers.”Thrust. “But I think you can take me like averygood boy.”Thrust.“You’d clench around my cock and make it good for me, wouldn’t you? You’ll make me come in seconds flat when I’m buried in you.”
“Mff…fuck…” His fingers curl against the door, his ass rising higher in the air.
“See? Your body is already begging for my cock.” I thrust harder once, twice, and on the third time, he swallows the tip of my crown.
He goes still, his body trembling uncontrollably, but his cock drenches my hand with precum.
“Oh, baby. Your greedy hole is demanding to have my cock inside. It wants me to fuck you raw here and now. Like a goddamn animal.”
He bites on his lower lip, hard, but I release his ass and slide my fingers between his lips and pull down on his jaw, my fingers clamping down on his teeth. “I told you not to do that. You’ll bleed.”
“D-do something,” he whispers against my fingers, and the stuttering is killing me.
Preston is a menace. An asshole through and through. But when I’m touching him like this, he’s just my beautiful prince with masochistic tendencies.
I remove my fingers from his mouth and grab his ass cheek again. “Something?”
“It burns,” he says in a lower voice. “Go all the way in or pull out.”
“Which one do you want?” I lick that tattoo behind his ear, nibbling as I release a gruff noise. “In or out?”
It takes all my willpower to remain still. My cock is aching to pound him into the door, take it all out on his body.
But I truly don’t want to fuck him for the first time in a mechanic shop’s storage room. It just doesn’t fit him.
If he says the words, though, I don’t think I can resist.
