“Then fuck your hole with that toy.” He takes his place on the bed again and waits for me to comply.
I go back on all…threes and ease the dildo out, halfway before pushing it back in to the hilt. My moan is echoed by his grunt. I begin to pick up the rhythm, quickly getting into it. The dildo makes a squelching sound as I continue to fuck myself on it. The arm that propped my torso up gives out, and I drop my head on the sheets. My hips don’t stop the rocking, I’m into it too much. I feel his searing eyes on me. My dick hurts, aching for some kind of relief, but the necktie prevents it from happening. Is he going to turn me into a climax-hungry maniac until I pass out from desperation? Because I feel like I’ll get there pretty fast.
I’m suddenly pulled up. “Hop on, now,” he grunts, slapping his bare, thick thigh.
I don’t let him repeat it, don’t want another surprise like the one around my dick. I straddle his hips, placing my handson each pec to enjoy the feeling of soft hair and hard muscles under my palms.
“Arms around my neck,” he orders, and I do, letting my fingers run into his hair. I move the locks back to admire his face. He isn’t what you’d call a beautiful man. Charming and interesting is how I’d describe him, dark and hot. Those scars on his nose and the side of his face give him character and a dangerous air. I sort of like them.
He grabs and forces my hands on his shoulders, then slaps his palms on my ass cheeks, jerking the dildo inside me and pullingme toward his chest until his cock touches mine. I bury my face into his neck, inhaling his rich smell as I moan and hump him. The toy bumps against his thigh, pressing it inside every time we move. Sparks of pleasure pool in my balls, ignited by each slide of flesh against flesh. My shaft is half the size of his, but the feel of all that smooth, hard, slick length stroking mine makes me drop my head all the way back.
His hot mouth finds my nipple and closes around it, sucking it in with gusto as he uses his teeth to pull on my piercing. The sting sends a shiver down my spine to the tip of my dick, and I grab his nape to press his lips harder over my chest. His fingers find the base of the dildo, and he grinds it inside me, making me almost cry out.Almostbecause as soon as I open my mouth, he grabs my cheeks in one hand and kisses me. My brain short-circuited. His mouth is on my mouth, spit mixing. Even his tongue is thick and skilled as fuck.
Guys usually just shove it in there; sometimes the full tongue slides down my throat, or worse, it just hangs out there. Who needs a dead fish in their mouth? It’s incredibly annoying. Most of the time, it feels like kissing is only a prelude to a blow job. Luca Nero doesn’t do any of that. His tongue takes control, slowly and firmly demanding all my attention. If I don’t give it to him, he takes it, attacking, invading, until I find myself pressing closer and grabbing onto his shoulders.
His lips are so incredibly firm as he presses forward into the kiss, then eases back. It makes me chase him just to be teased once more. It’s fun in a hot-as-hell sort of way. He sucks my tongue then my lower lip before pulling back.
“You’re stroking your stuffed hole on my cock.”
His deep, rough tone makes me feel tingly all over. I have butterflies tickling my belly and pre-cum trickling over his thick cockhead as the rubbing continues.
“Don’t I have permission for that?” I wish he’d at least fuck me with the toy.
“Sluts like you never do.”
Fuck! Why do I like it when he talks to me like that? It’s like enjoying being eaten by a cannibal. Utter insanity, like this perversion for humiliation. I’ve never craved sexual degradation before. I’ve always really liked getting held down and fucked hard, preferably by a guy who was hung like a horse. But being called names and treated like a whore? I’d have kicked them in the nuts and speared their family jewels with my stiletto heels. That’s what I felt when Luca did it—I even slapped him and bit him—but after he pinned me down, the urge, this deep need inside me to be dominated, subjugated, and used was too consuming. My snarky side still comes out, but only to provoke him into going further. It feels so good, so right. The anger and pleasure make me completely forget about everything, even myself.
“What are you going to do about it, then?” I challenge him, while my hips keep rocking. The dildo moves even deeper, pressing against my prostate and making me shiver with pleasure. It’s nowhere near as impressive as Luca’s. My hole still aches from that thing.
“Beg me,” he growls. I still detect anger in his green pools, but the coldness has been replaced by searing fire.
“Stronzo,” I mutter.
“My cock makes you feel good.” He holds me still as he slides the length over my hole. It bumps the dildo, once, twice, creating little zaps of electricity that are driving me crazy. My hole clenches around the silicone, attempting to swallow more of it, to move it. To get fucked. But the wacko doesn’t let me, his hands are around my spread ass cheeks, squeezing bruisingly hard, keeping me immobilized. He’s torturing me. Yes!
“Is this my punishment for all the times I vexed you?” I ask softly, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Vexation is far too bland an emotion to contain what I feel for you, Enzino.” His gruff tone makes the hair on my arms stand on end. There it is, the coldness I know so well. I release a long curse and throw my head so far back, it almost drops off.
“One word and you’ll be filled with a mobster’s nine-inch cock.” He emphasizes it with another long rub of his thick, hard length before spanking me hard. Shit! I want to fuck so badly, but I purse my lips. I need him to satisfy my fetish more.
“Get on all fours,” he demands after a few seconds of silence.
Again?Seemingly not wanting to wait for me to move, he turns me on his lap. I’m still straddling him, but I’m facing away from him now. His hand shoves me down, and I fall on my elbows again, giving him a clear, obscene view of my stuffed ass. I feel cold lube pouring down on my skin, and then a finger pushing in, sliding with ease near the dildo—my hole is used to Luca’s gigantic size by now, and the toy doesn’t hold a candle to it. I moan approvingly, even though my dick is suffering, still wrapped up, looking like a damn Christmas gift.
He slides in another long finger. “Fucking gaping.” He tsks with what sounds like abhorrence, and I rock my hips back, wanting more fingers and insults.
But he grips my waist and halts me. His fingers are inside me, but he isn’t doing anything with them. And I can feel his huge cock near my thigh, but I can’t have it. Keeping me all turned on without letting me cross the brink to orgasm is once again torture. A torture he’s enjoying thoroughly.
I whimper. “You’re a dick.” I didn’t intend for it to come out somoany. I can just imagine the corner of his mouth twitching, though, and I like the mental sight too much.It almost takes my breath away.
Another finger gets inside, stretching me to the point of pain. I can’t take it anymore. I’m starving for his dick, not this damn dildo. Not his fingers. I can draw the shape of that monster by memory. Still imagining it inside me if I really concentrate. I want the real thing, though. I want the national treasure!
“Please,” I force out of my mouth. “Feed me your thick cock.”
“Still hungry?” I can feel the satisfaction pouring out of his words. “I already fed this greedy hole.” He pulls his fingers out only to shove them back in, moving the dildo with them.
I can’t withhold the screaming. “Yes!” comes out as he starts finger-fucking me with rough thrusts. It’s so good, my brain is melting. It finishes too fast, making me whimper as he yanks the dildo out and tosses it on the floor. I’m ready to let him hear my deep frustration when I feel the thick tip of his dick pushing inside.More!He doesn’t give me more. He pushes the heavy cockhead in and then out, stretching the pucker ring over and over. I’m in heaven and hell.
