“I’d prefer…to get stabbed…in the stomach.” His voice breaks every time my cock hammers into him. He’s biting his lip so hard to stifle his moans that I can see blood forming near his teeth.
So fucking stubborn. Why do I care? His asshole is sucking me real good, I’m going to nut fucking soon. Unfathomably to me, my hand reaches for my pocket square, and then I move it to his mouth.
“Stop that! And chew on this before you make a hole.”
He looks down at the expensive fabric I’m holding then at my face in the mirror before opening his mouth and letting out the hottest moan I’ve ever heard. It forces pre-cum out of my slit. I slightly change the angle, and his voice melts when I hit a certain spot. Those incomprehensible sounds he’s making now turn me into a damn monster, rutting away, utterly lost in ecstasy.
My fisted hand around the belt keeps it taut as I pull his leg even higher. I focus on his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are lust-drunk. Tears are falling down his red cheeks, moans leaving his puffy lips as his body jolts every time I fuck into him.
“Watch the horny slut getting plowed.” I lick his neck, always keeping my eyes on his face. “Do you think he’s enjoying the dick down?”
He nods once, rocking his ass, desperate for cock. Smack, smack, smack. The sound of my hips hitting flesh and the sloppy, wetnoise of my shaft fucking in and out make my movements more frantic.
“Ride that dick,puttanella.” I crack my hand down on his bouncy ass. What a sight, fuck. I spit on his hole and spread my saliva over it while pistoning like a madman. “Your lousy moves don’t work so well with such a big cock, eh? Work that hole harder,” I demand with a snarl.
And fuck, he does. He starts coming, strangling my shaft so hard I unload all at once into the condom. A growl leaves my mouth as I fall on top of him and bite his bare shoulder to stifle other sounds.
A few seconds pass before I pull myself up and look down at him. The side of his face looks flushed, his blond hair messy, and his makeup is smeared around his eye, making the blue of his iris pop. He’s panting, lying prone on the desk, arms still tied on his back, skirt pulled up, and hole filled with cock.
I slowly pull out—such an exquisite, blissful slide—and watch intently as his body releases me. His abused ass, gaping hole, and those pale white legs, lean and strong, covered in thigh-highs and garter belt. All so very seductive. Yeah, I’m nowhere near done yet. Well, once rarely does it for me.
I take off the condom from my still-hard length and make a knot before throwing it on the desk. Then I untie his wrists and pull his body up, turning him to face me. The top of his head barely reaches my chin, but he took my whole shaft with ease and enjoyed the furious nailing I gave him.
I push him down onto the desk again, legs bent, spread wide, feet down on the wooden surface. His eyes are still hazy, but they widen in shock when I push my body between his thighs and ripthe buttons of his shirt off clean down the middle with a hard tug. His torso is covered in little heart-shaped beads draping down from silver chains, and they emphasize the fairness of his skin and the pinkness of his pierced nipples. The hoops there intrigue me. I lick my thumb and stroke one with it before pulling on the piercing. It makes his dainty body arch as he moans, stretching his arms over his head until he grabs the end of the desk. I see the tattoo near his clavicle again, the chains are covering it.
“I like to see the bulge my dick makes on someone’s belly while I fuck them,” I declare, spreading my palm over it. My fingers graze the garter belt and then lower to the lace panties, so soft and delicate. The perfect disguise to allure fools, but fuck if it doesn’t look hot as fuck on him.
I grab another condom and open the package with my teeth before putting it on. He is pouring lube on his entrance from one of those mono-packs—always prepared, I see. As soon as I’m done, I line up my tip to his slick entrance and plunge in once again.
Mmm. How can he be this fucking tight but also loose enough to make room for me? His lean figure makes it easier for me to see where my cock is pushing inside him, and that takes me to another level. I touch the visible bump with my fingers and growl when he trembles under me.
He’s a mouth-drooling buffet spread in front of me, begging to be devoured.
“Is this the best you can do?” he bites out through his clenched teeth. Is he trying to keep some remnants of control? Or goad me and fire me up? Maybe both.
“Fuck, no. But I thought you’d be a better fuck,” I state, thrusting back inside him to feel those walls clenching around my dick. “Expecting something good from an Enzino, though, how foolish of me.”
He lets go of the desk and comes at me, but I anticipate the move and push his wrists back on the surface over his head as he screams a curse. He tries to push me with his knees next. Now I’m fucking pumped. I shove them against his chest and, using my weight to keep him down, I grab the belt still tied to his thigh and use it to bind his legs together by sliding it inside the loop and holding it with my hand. When I’m done, I look at his red face. His eyes—I vaguely recall trying to convince myself they weren’t beautiful the first time they met mine. I’ve been determined not to see anything good in him, but those sunshine flecks almost drowning in the sky-blue pools are undoubtedly gorgeous.
“This…is the best I can do,” I rasp, before pushing my cock against his wet hole and driving all the way back in.
His breath catches, his eyes roll back, his neck arches as he moans. That’s right. I slam into him again and again, listening to the wet, dirty sounds of my balls hitting his ass. My hand tightens on his wrists.
“Think you can handle this? Can handle me?” I let go of the belt for a moment to pull on the hoop on his nipple. He cries out ayes,encouraging me to do it again. Harder. He’s fucking loving it. Those tears in his eyes make me almost roar.
I growl as my balls start to tingle. “You’re good only for this. Spreading your legs and taking it up the ass.”
“Fuck you.” His curse has no weight since he moans it.
“Oh, but you are the one fucking yourself on my dick like a bitch in heat.” And he does it so damn well, meeting each hard thrust even in this position. Every time I pull on the belt around his thighs, pushing them together, his hole squeezes me. Jesus fuck. This is good ass, eating up my cock superbly while I work it hard.
“This bitch needs to come…make it happen!” he barks, glaring at me.
He is so fucking impossible and impossibly hot.
“I don’t fucking care what you need. You are just a slut I’m using tonight. Work that greedy hole and beg me to stuff you.”
He’s about to swear at me because he wants me to react. I can see it in his blazing eyes that he wants me to insult him. He’s turned on by it, thrives in it. And I’m fucking enjoying it too. But I’m not here to comply with his wishes. Am I? I grip his throat, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. These hands of mine that have been tempered by years of torturing and killing could easily snap his neck with the slightest bit of force. But instead of being afraid his eyes roll back. A wicked smile appears on his lips.
