Spank.
The lace has slipped between the ass cheeks, giving me a cock-hardening view. His long, high-pitched moan makes me realize my hand has stopped slapping and is now squeezing the softestflesh I’ve ever touched. Fuuuck. It fits perfectly into my hand. Feels like grabbing a nice, heavy tit—I’ve always been a breast man.
Motherfucker! What the hell am I doing?
I give both ass cheeks one last round before pulling him up into a sitting position. His face is red, lips wet, eyes watery and filled with fake indignation.
“Is this your idea of foreplay?”
“You’re the one getting a hard-on when punished.” I felt it against my thigh when I was spanking him.
“Who wouldn’t?” He looks down at my groin, pouting when he realizes he didn’t have the same effect on me. Did he?
“Fuck this!” I think I hear him muttering before he climbs my lap and sits there, back to my front, hands on my knees.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss in his ear, every muscle rigid. Every single muscle.
Enzino rocks his hips, grinding his soft, laced ass down onto my aching cock. Jesus fuck! It’s a hypnotic dance that my hardening dick seems to like. An expected physical response, even though I know who is causing it. It’s his sunshine/apple smell that confuses me and the perfect size of his body—shapely, with a narrow waist and curves in the right places. Like this round, luscious ass. From the back, I would never take him for a guy.He could be anybody. A very fucking seductive anybody. There’s no denying it—he is attractive. I can just about imagine pulling him down on my dick and letting him ride it. But it will never happen.
“Are you DTF?” he breathes out as he continues rubbing my dick in the cradle of his butt cheeks.
“What?” I snap. What the fuck am I thinking?
“Down to fuck,” he explains. “I have a killer bussy, if you don’t mind my bragging. It’ll give your majestic dick the royal treatment! The big guy looks pretty fond of it.” I can hear the smugness in his voice.
He thinks he’s got me. And he’s so sure about it, he cranks up the sweetness. “You could beat someone to death with that thing. A cock slap from it would shatter my jaw and probably dislocate it if I gave you head.”
I almost snort at the ridiculous statement. This idiot has no filter whatsoever. I grab his hips with the intention to put a stop to it. I won’t lower my defenses, especially with an Enzino.
“It keeps growing. Fuck, cutie! That thing weigh you down? It should tip you over for how gigantic it is.” More grinding, hips swaying, ass rubbing.
He’s working my cock like a five-star stripper. I grit my teeth to halt a groan from coming out.
“Silence is equivalent to assent.”
Hmm?
“My third-grade twit of a teacher used to say that.” He raises the hem of the t-shirt he’s wearing to show me how his almost nonexistent panties have ridden up his ass crack, revealing those peach-looking cheeks.
“Here is where your huge cock can ram.” He presses his butt down, giving my dick a nice stroke. “It’ll hit all the way insideme. When you get it balls-deep, I’ll squeeze it nice and tight and milk every drop of jizz out.”
That slutty mouth. In my mind, my dick gets lipstick stains on the veiny sides as I choke him on it, sliding all the way in. Mercilessly.
“Are you some kind of cock-hungry motherfucker?” I spit out. His nape is red, ears too, and he’s humping my half-hard dick with more vigor now. He’s enjoying himself. His breathy moans are like a slick fist pumping my length. Fuck!
“I’m more of a boy toy,” he slurs. “But at this rate, I’ll probably die of a brain hemorrhage. I didn’t have anopportunityto fuck since this shit show started.”
He’s begging to be manhandled, but just not the way I would savor it: hanging down from his feet.
“Don’t care. Get. Off.”
“Your mouth says no, but your grabby hands are squeezing my hips.” He covers them with his. “Also, your raging boner certainly didn’t get the memo.”
He’s delusional. I’m still not all the way hard. I could never get that way with an Enzino. This is just natural physical response. I let go of him to grab the Enzino-killer from my jacket and use the sharp tip to push his chin up and back while my other hand takes hold of a fistful of his hair. As soon as he feels the cold metal, he freezes. Guns don’t scare him, but knives do. I found that out in the last few days. It’s good for me since blades are my jam, but odd. My mind is pushing for an answer, but I remind myself he is only a disposable pawn in my revenge plan.
“I don’t fuck Enzino sluts.” My growl sounds so deep, my chest vibrates with it.
“I…hate you.” His trembling voice is filled with the sentiment. My knife is still pushing against his skin.
