“You want this?” he asks with an infuriating nonchalance.
I mumble as best I can, and he rolls his eyes.
“Strip then. Show me your cute little cock, first.”
I tear off my shirts, but that’s the easy part.
Then I’m all thumbs and adrenaline as my shaky hands fumble with my jeans.
Carey grins. “You can’t even get naked without fucking it up.”
Spurred on by the humiliation, I yank off my pants and underwear in one go—my slippers getting lost somewhere in the chaos.
Carey takes his time looking me over. The heaviness of his stare is like a comforting blanket around my shoulders.
He flicks at my dick with his bare toes, and tells me how cute it is.
He steps closer, grips the back of my head and holds me still as he lifts his cock and mashes my face against his balls and the underside of his shaft.
His scent fills my nostrils and my tongue laps at the socks like I’m one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Then, like he can’t stand to wait a second longer, he rips the socks from my mouth and plunges his cock straight in. Not gentle, not careful, just a straight line from his hips to the back of my throat.
My lips tingle.
Carey digs his fingers into the sides of my mouth, stretching me to my limit.
I gag, spit dribbling everywhere.
He laughs and thrusts again, using my face like a toy, fucking it so hard I can’t do anything but take it.
“Fuck… You look so good on your knees,” he growls down at me.
His pace quickens and I hold behind his knees for support.
My hips buck on their own.
My dick leaks between us, desperate for even the slightest friction.
I think about how Eden would react if he walked in on us through the unlocked door, and the thought alone nearly undoes me.
My throat seizes, tightening around Carey’s cock as he rams it down my throat.
He pulls back an inch and cradles my chin, just holding me there. Exposed. Completely open. His dick still deep in my mouth.
I tremble with need.
He thrusts forward so hard I’m knocked backwards.
My hands are behind me and Carey is fully over me now, legs wide, straddling my body as my neck cranes to accommodate the angle.
He’s like a fucking monster.
I’m struggling to breathe.
With one hand I reach up and scrape my nails down the skin by his hip.
With his hands on either side of my head, Carey quickly pulls back. Panting, and with pupils blown wide, he glares down at me. I can tell he just lost himself, but I don’t care. It couldn’t be more perfect.
