He slaps me across the face, and I wrap my necktie around his wrist, pulling it behind his back, relishing in the redness spreading on his cheeks and the consequent fury showing all over him. His other palm quickly cracks against the other side of my face, and the sting makes me chuckle with satisfaction and desire. So damn savage with the same want reflecting in his eyes. Who would have thought? He crooks his fingers and tries to claw at my eyes. I grab his hand and spin him around, making him face the desk. Then I bind his other wrist with my necktie as well. He struggles against me, but I effortlessly keep him down with one arm. Fuck, he smells so fucking good, as if I’m holding the warmth of the sun.
“What are you doing?” he barks while trying to kick me.
I run a hand in his hair and fist it to push his cheek onto the wooden desk. “You said you love to be pinned down and rammed, remember?”
The brat moans, but still fights me, flailing his body like a fish. Why is this making me as hard as a rock? Because he’s grinding that juicy ass against my dick on fucking purpose, raising his waist if I move back a little.
“That’s enough now,” I say hoarsely. But of course, he keeps going. As soon as I press my stiff nine inches against his ass, though, he freezes. Holy. Shit. I should have done this from the start. Having him under me, his lithe body subjugated to my will, that sassy mouth shut.
“Open your fucking legs,” I growl. Those fishnet stockings are sexy as fuck on him.
A derisive laugh comes out of his lips. “I won’t make it easy for you, honey,” he says while slowly spreading them. He’s fucking enjoying this just as much as I am and still driving me insane.
“Your grinding ass is making it very easy.” I almost groan at the feel of my pants-clad dick sliding between his ass cheeks, even more when he trembles under me. I want to nail him so damn much.
I reach for the hem of his mini skirt and push it up. Holy fucking shit. He’s wearing the light purple garter belt with the intricate floral lace pattern that Fly made for him. It frames his plush ass perfectly while holding up the fishnet thigh-highs. But the open-back panties are the real dick-hardening sight. Those and the hungry, wet asshole, clearly already prepped.
“You just crave cocks, don’t you?” I tsk.
I like my hookups soaking wet and loosened up, chasing my pounding cock. Would he do that too? I get so lost in that vision that I loosen my hold on his head enough for him to lean sideways and sink his teeth into my hand. Fucking hell, he’s like a rabid squirrel.
I drop my whole weight on him, smashing his lungs against the desk just enough to make him gasp and let go of my flesh.
“Do I need to pull all your teeth out?” I grunt, pushing myself up.
He remains still, panting as I look at the bite marks he left on my skin.
“You want to hit me? Come on! You think I’m not used to it?” he suddenly screams. “I’ve been treated like shit my whole life. A hard fuck makes me forget about how shitty and suffocating everything is. What’s wrong with that? You…you feel like the worst, most tempting escape I’ve ever needed.” He finishes, tugging hard on his tied wrists, but I don’t let go.
The mosttempting escape, eh? I squeeze one plush ass cheek in my hand. His words replay in my head. Fuuuck. I’m not sure why I let his little outbursts bother me. It annoys me how he can rattle me.
“Say no, and I’ll stop,” I growl, angry at him but more at myself for letting his confession affect me.
He remains silent, so I add, “I’ll give you three thrusts of my cock to think about it.”
I spread his ass cheeks and position my covered dick right over his soaked, pink asshole. Christ. I’m a fucking saint for not just taking what’s right in front of me. Instead, I let my hard bulge slide over it.
“One,” I grunt, bending my upper body over his, holding the weight on my elbow to whisper darkly in his ear. “Can you feel how thick and long my cock is? It would wreck your hole.”
I feel more than hear his labored gasp.
“Two.” Another rock of my hips. I could fucking come like this. “Your slutty hole is clenching, I bet it wants a taste of gangster cock.” I deepen my voice, turning it into a gruff, guttural murmur.
His forehead drops on the desk, and he moves his head from side to side like he’s trying to find some form of control.
“Three.” I press a little harder. “Is the thought of being fucked open by my cock enough to make you cum?” I hear a muffledyes. And amore.
“More talking or more thrusting?” I bite his ear in retaliation for my hand.
“Both,” he cries out.
Fuck yes! I smirk and pull up.
“Fucking. Dirty. Slut.”
He moans hearing it. I read somewhere that some folks have a kink for getting degraded and treated like shit, but who would have thought an Enzino would be hot for that?
I spank his ass—both cheeks with the palm and back of my hand—while I give it two more thrusts of my dick. Mmm, it’s turning apple red. His sloppy hole has dampened my pants, and the sight rips a groan from my mouth. My cock is about to burst.