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“There he is,” he muses and kisses the tip making me cry out.

“Moon, please.” My asshole is pulsing with need and the way my erection is pressing against the cotton of my underwear gives the best friction as moisture leaks out. He keeps shoving my knees up until I can’t take it anymore. “Please stop,” I plead, as my heart starts to pound in my chest. He places his palm on my balls and his middle finger moves inward, teasing my puckered hole through the fabric. I didn’t know how much I missed him. He never really shows his teeth, but his smirk, fuck it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.

He jiggles his finger against my asshole, and I cry out; no one has ever touched me there but him. I rut against his palm, loving the feel of his middle finger. He doesn’t go in, just breaches the rim every time I roughly rock my hips against his hand.

“Such a dirty little psycho, aren’t you?” He grimaces and my heart skips a beat.

Leaning forward, he moans against my parted lips.

I nod and grab his arm, digging my fingers in his tattooed skin. He leans completely into me and trails his tongue down my throat, over my Adam’s apple. The weight of his body on top of me feels so good. Without warning he pushes his middle finger in my mouth and orders me to suck. I stare into his eyes as I do it, and he looks crazed, like he’s doing everything in his power to hold himself back. Our lips mere inches apart. He touches my hole again with his now wet middle finger, and I whisper his name.

“That’s it, fuck,” he says, drawing out the word. “I want that,” he groans, his voice so rough my cock starts throbbing painfully. He looks down between our bodies like he felt it. I sit up with my legs still spread wide as I rest my feet against the sheets and watch him as he gets comfortable between them. I grab the back of his neck and nip and suck on the tender skin beneath his ear.

“Bǎobèi,” he moans, the nickname making my stomach flutter. He takes hold of the back of my neck and pulls my head back.

His breath comes out in quick pants, as he watches me slowly glide my palms over his shoulders down to his chest before they land on his hips. His knees are now under my thighs holding me open. If I wasn’t wearing my boxers, he would see everything. I pull at his waistband and slowly slide it down along with his boxers to his thighs while he flashes me a crooked grin. He pushes up to make it easier for me, and I watch in awe as his dick springs free. Holy fuck, he’s as big as I remember. I’m panicking, my heart going into overdrive as I feel a bead of sweat running down my temple.

Probably seeing my big eyes, he slides backward and stands to push his slacks and boxers down his legs. He’s now totally naked. His cock juts out violently between us. I trail my eyes over his tattoos, all the way down to his ankles. My knees try to close on their own, an automatic response, but he holds them open with his hands. Letting out a drawn-out moan of protest, he smiles.

“Does that hurt?” he asks, cocking his head as he digs his fingers in my ankles, applying pressure there.

I nod, falling back against the sheets. My body is pulsing with need, I want him. I hate that I want him. I’m disgusted at myself for fantasizing about the things I want him to do to me while I struggle and scream for him to stop while he takes what he wants. I’ve known him since I was a kid, Moon saved me, he owns me. I know this is wrong, but why does it feel so right?

He moves, leaning over me; his fists disappearing in the pillows and starts kissing me again. It isn’t pretty, we’re all tongues, teeth, and anger as he takes my breath away. It feels like he’s filling my lungs with himself, like he’s already disappearing inside me.

He rolls his hips against my dick as he pushes up my knees, keeping them locked over his shoulders. “Dirty angel,” he moans.

“Fuck Moon, stop,” I beg, my cock pulsing. The tingling sensation starts low in my stomach and pushing my hips up, I yell, “stop, please! Please, stop!”

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Eliot and Moon

He cocks his head to the side and flashes me a smile that’s gone in a second. “You know how sexy you are, bǎobèi.” The nickname sends chills down my spine as he ignores my pleas to stop. “Spread wider for me. Imagine how much it will hurt when I’m buried deep inside you,” he tells me all excited as he pushes up my hips.

My eyes snap open. He’s not coming near my ass with that thing of his. He chuckles and brushes his lips against mine.

“Until you’re a shaking mess drenched in sweat and begging me to keep going, I’ll make you come like that,” he promises, teasing my asshole with his middle finger. He ruts against me, and I can feel our dicks sliding against each other as my hips meet his thrusts through the fabric of my boxers. It’s dirty, rough and fuck it feels so good. It’s like he knows I’m not ready, and this notion has my heart skip a beat. Is that why he’s building this up?

“Come on, bǎobèi, keep rubbing, I want you to shatter for me.”

“Moon,” I breathe like I’m in pain, throwing my arms around his neck to draw him closer. I keep tilting my hips and pushing against him while he slides his monstrous cock against mine through the fabric of my boxers until I explode, the orgasm making me cry out his name and wetting the front of my underwear as jets of cum shoot out.

He collapses against me, both of us panting hard. I’m breathless as he slams his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue in and swirling it around. He licks the corner of my mouth and moves his palm over my semi hard-on feeling the wet spot there.

“Such a good boy coming like that for me,” he groans, massaging my cock and balls and pinching a little until I’m a withering mess pinned under him, making the tingling sensation start again deep in my stomach.

Without warning he flips me to my front, and I push up on my hands while he covers my back with his big body. He easily overpowers me, and I hate and love it at the same time. Before I can make a sound of protest, he rips my boxers from my ass and down my legs, taking them off completely letting the cold air assault my skin. I watch him pushing the wet fabric against his nose inhaling deep. I turn my head away while his eyes meet mine and my cheeks flush.

“Don’t be shy,” he says, grabbing my chin to make me look at him while he licks at the wet stain on the front of my boxers before throwing it on the floor.

I bite on my bottom lip, and he chuckles. My arms start to tremble when I feel him spreading my legs wider with his knee. He sits back and my cheeks heat while I hang my head. He places both hands on my ass and I push up, hating how he starts to laugh as he parts my cheeks. Biting on the pillow, the cold air teases my coated-with-sweat ass.

“So beautiful,” he comments and my hole pulses from the praise. He chuckles; holy shit did he see that? His hand lands on the small of my back. He covers me with his front and presses his lips against my ear. His cock leaves a wet trail against my skin, while I moan. “Did your tiny hole clench for me just now?”

I shake my head, willing my hands to stop trembling. Why am I like this? I’ve killed men. I’ve been in countless knife fights. I’ve done interrogations and they never made me this on edge. But him praising me makes me lose control and the last part of my restraint.

We shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m so angry with myself by how much I want it, so fucking turned on again as I grind my dick into the sheets to get some friction. I don’t have a choice, the Triad owns me, runs through my mind. He owns me. Is he preparing me before he tosses me around? Is that the real reason he’s doing this to me?