“I love your pretty panties,” he growls, grabbing my cock through them.
His grip pulls the soft fabric tight, creating friction where there was nothing but teasing before. I can feel the heat of his hand through the silk, sliding up and down my aching shaft, the movement managing to tug my panties into the crease of my ass so they ride against my hole with every stroke. I gasp into Spettro’s mouth and dig my fingers harder into the couch.
“I want to see them messy,” he murmurs against my lips, jerking me a little bit faster. I nod eagerly, our noses bumping, and my hips snap involuntarily, thrusting into his grasp as I let out another muffled groan around his tongue. “And then I’m going to use your cum as lube and fuck your tight, slutty hole until you come again.”
I choke on a horny, aching sound and do my best to hold myself upright on shaking knees.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, consent and a plea in two simple words.
He palms my balls with his other hand, squeezing them through my panties, just rough enough to make me whine and squirm as precum slicks the silk and I start to pant every breath around the sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss.
“Everything feels so much simpler when you’re whining to be bred.”
He releases his grip on my balls and I gasp again, a hot throb pulsing through my sac as blood rushes back and they pull tighter against my body on their own. Spettro shoves my pants the rest of the way down and I kick them off. He wraps his free arm around my waist, still stroking me with the other, my panties wet and flooded with the precum that drools from my slit and runs down my shaft with every tug. He pulls me forward and I stumble onto his lap, straddling him with my hands still braced against the back of the couch.
“Own me, Sir. Use me to chase away your demons if you need to.”
He growls again, dragging his lips away from mine to chase along my jaw and down my throat with the same biting, open-mouthed kisses. I let myself go limp against him, giving him anything he wants. My body is his and so is my heart, even if he doesn’t know it yet. I would kill or die for him. Happily.
My head lolls back and he sucks claiming bruises along my collarbone. Every time he releases my skin from the suction of his mouth, the cool air hits the damp patch, and a shiver runs through me.
I moan his name and my cock gets stiffer with every stroke that tugs my panties against my hole and wets the silk with yet more precum. He shoves his bare fingers into my mouth, and I can’t decide if I like it better than the leather. Both have their advantages, but tasting the salt on his skin is definitely a bonus. He slides two fingers back and forth along my tongue and jerks my cock even faster. I suck on them, letting my saliva oozebetween them and drip from the corners of my lips, relaxing my throat so he can shove them deeper with a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest.
He pulls them out, dripping wet and glistening with my saliva, and shoves them down the back of my panties, into the tight space where the silk is already grinding against my hole, making it hot and sensitive. The slickness is such a welcome contrast from the friction of the fabric that I moan as soon as his fingertips slide along my twitching rim.
My body quakes with the effort it takes not to lift up just a little and sink down onto his fingers. Spettro doesn’t make me wait for it this time though. He eases both fingers inside, stretching my hole and giving me a taste of the fullness I’m really craving. He hooks his fingers and tugs gently on my rim, drawing a needy whine from me.
“Shove your panties down,” he grunts.
I look down at him, staring up at me, looking almost as wrecked as I feel with his skin flushed and his eyes shining with lust and something that looks like it could be love. Maybe? I do as he says, pushing my panties down so my cockhead is exposed while he keeps stroking me through the silk covering my shaft.
“Be a good slut and come for me,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice. “And don’t spill any of that lube, or it’s going to be a rough fuck.”
I moan from deep in my belly. Every cell in my body recognizes who it belongs to and obeys, my balls tightening and my hole clenching around his fingers as my cock starts to pulse in his grip. I gasp and pant, snapping my hips wildly now, unable to help myself, riding the waves of pleasure as I grind into his hand and fuck myself back onto his fingers over and over, my hand cupped over my tip so I can catch the flood of cum that fills my palm, threatening to drip between my fingers.
My hole has barely stopped spasming when he slips his fingers out and stops stroking me. I’m still panting and hard, every inch of my body tingling and oversensitive. Spettro unzips his jeans and lifts his hips so he can shove them down enough to pull his cock out. It’s so damn hard, the veins on his shaft visible and swollen, his cockhead purple and glistening with his own precum.
“Lube me up,” he grunts. “And then climb on. I’m so fucking horny for your greedy hole.”
My cock twitches, caught between softening and the incentive to stay hard. I wrap my cum-slicked hand around his cock and we both groan at the filthy sight of my cum coating him as I work my hand up and down his shaft a few times. He wanted me to hurry up, so I don’t waste time standing up to take my panties off, I just reach back and tug them to the side, then position myself over his stiff cock.
“Tell me you want it,” he rasps, just like he has every time he’s been about to fuck me.
I take a chance and cup his jaw with my clean hand, notching his cockhead against my rim and holding his gaze.
“I want it, Spettro. I want your cock inside me every second of every day. I want to be your pleasure and your comfort, and I want to walk around knowing your cum lives inside my fucking guts.”
“That’s the filthiest, most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmurs, kissing the edge of my jaw.
I chuckle and the sound turns into a moan as he rolls his hips and breaches my hole. I may be straddling him, but there’s no question in either of our minds who’s in control right now. He grabs my hips and forces me onto his cock. My rim and prostate are already oversensitive from coming once, and the feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me, pushing deep inside me is right on the edge oftoo muchin the best fucking way.
A whine builds in my throat, and my flagging cock swells back to full stiffness, slapping against my belly with every thrust as Spettro bounces me on his cock like a rag doll.
“I need you,” he whispers, and the words are almost as much of a shock as the stretch in my tender hole. “I can’t remember ever needing anyone, Alessio, but I need you. Don’t let me down.”
“Never,” I promise. “Never, never, never.” I chant it with every jarring thrust, his cock swelling stiffer inside me, dragging against my aching prostate over and over.
My mouth finds his in a messy kiss that struggles to fully connect between our thrusts but feels as necessary as breathing. The slide of his tongue, the feeling of his fingers digging hard into my hips, the whispered words we both chant without sense or meaning—it all blurs together as the sensation in the pit of my stomach gets tighter and tighter again and my balls start to ache with heaviness.