This man could tear me in two and I’d say thank you as I bled out on the floor.
“Can I… can I touch you?” I ask as I ride his fingers.
“No.”
I whine, holding onto him tighter, needing something to do or grab onto so I don’t come. Because I want to. I’m so close and I bet he knows it too.
“Fuck, Harmon—”
He shoves another finger inside me, pressing against my prostate, which has my dick leaking.
“Feed it to me,” he growls.
I glance down, looking at the streak of precum dangling from the tip of my dick. With trembling fingers, I gather it and slip my fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean, which does me no fucking favors. It only makes me think of him sucking my dick, begging for me cum, which—
“Fuck!” I cry out as the orgasm hits me, my dick throbbing and spilling cum all over him. White ropes land across his chest and stomach. It feels never ending.
“Oh, you little brat,” he growls.
“I’m s-sorry.”
“You will be.”
He pulls his fingers from my hole, making me whimper. He scoops the cum from his stomach and chest, his other hand shoving down his briefs to free his cock.
His thick and veiny cock that has me drooling.
He smears my cum all over his dick.
“Sit on it,” he says. “Right now. You don’t get any more prep.”
I move forward, lining myself up with his cock and sinking down about an inch before I have to readjust.
“You’re still hard,” he says in a taunting, almost degrading, tone. “If you come again without my command, you will be in trouble.”
“Okay,” I grit out, all my attention on the way his dick is filling me up, inch by inch. When I’m finally seated fully on him, I’m not sure I can move. I’ve never had something so big inside me before.
Harmon wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him so our chests are touching. His mouth is on my neck, hand gripping my hair, and tugging as he thrusts his hips up, groaning into my ear.
I don’t do much other than exist in bliss and find something to hold onto as he uses my body, rutting into me, seeking his pleasure. Harmon Stone using me to get off is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
He groans these ragged breathy sounds that have my stomach in fluttery knots. I am going to come again if he doesn’t calm down.
“Touch yourself, Cassius,” he breathes out. “I want your cum in my mouth.”
Holy fuck…
I do as he says, stroking my dick with full intentions of coming immediately because he wants it. It doesn’t take long. A minute maybe. I erupt again, spilling all over him, and I don’t need him to tell me to feed it to him this time. I gather it up and shove my fingers into his mouth. It’s messy, dripping down his chin, but his tongue darts out to lick it up. He sucks my fingers, moaning as he thrusts up into me one more time, his huge cock throbbing inside me. I feel the heat of his cum, feel it spilling out, while his heart thunders under my palm, his teeth sinking into my knuckles.
When his eyes open, I know I’m staring at him like a deer in headlights.
I’m prepared for him to freak out, tell me to go to bed, that this was a mistake. Maybe even leave or send me home. But all he does is pull me to him and run his fingers through my hair.
“You were such a good boy,” he says through heavy breaths. “Such a good boy.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cassius