Kinky fucker. Why do I like that?
I groan, upping my tempo, really hammering into him now. Those beads shake over his torso, chains jiggle, tearing a lust-filled grunt out of my throat.
“Open those greedy lips,” I order him, tensing my fingers around his throat. And he does. I lean over him without stopping my pistoning hips and spit right into his mouth. He swallows it right away, eyes closed, rapturous expression. Fuck yeah. I got him. This Enzino is taking it all. This is better than getting my revenge on him. Much better. It feels so damn good.
Something starts burning inside my chest. I can’t decipher the feeling right now. I don’t fucking care. I’m on the edge of a powerful climax. I loosen the belt and spread his legs against the desk on both sides, holding his thighs down hard enough to bruise. His hands are free now, and he suddenly pulls his torso up. Then he grabs my hair and kisses me with abandon, biting my lower lip. The taste of my blood mixed with his sweetness invades my mouth. It’s intoxicating. Apples. Even his tongue tastes like the fruit, and I suck on it hard, wanting more of it until I’m full.
I feel him rubbing his dick over my shirt-clad abs, chasing his orgasm while at the same time taking my length as deep as he can. He hooks his ankles behind my back after I take a handful of each ass cheek and mold them in my palms. I lift him off the desk and bounce him on my dick three times before he starts to convulse against me, crying into my mouth. The feel of his inner walls strangling me is too much, and I unload, letting out a growl of undiluted pleasure. My dick shoots and shoots until my balls have given their all.
He’s all wrapped around me like he was during the shooting—shivering and clinging. This time though, my half-hard dick is tucked inside him. I keep pumping my hips, shallow thrusts that force out low moans from him. My cock can’t get enough. Christ!
“Fuck!” His curse makes me grunt as the post-nut shock of clarity hits me. I thought that using him for a fuck once would be enough. It wasn’t. What it did was fan the fire and add fuel to it.
This tight and wet ass, it’s still swallowing me all the way in and treating him like less than a whore does turn me the fuck on. Fucking and discarding him sounded like the perfect revenge, but I can do worse. I can get him addicted to my dick—since he seems so fond of it—and then drop him on his ass. The cherry ontop would be doing it in front of his proud father—before killing him.
I finally found Arturo Enzino’s real purpose in my vendetta.
“Never took you for the needy type, you won’t release my cock.” I inhale through gritted teeth as he squeezes my length almost shy of pain in response.
He raises his head to meet my gaze with a smug one. “Want me to stop, dearie?”
His nails sink into my flesh as he starts to ride me. Up and down. Up and down. Head thrown back, slutty mouth letting out sluttier moans. He’s impaling himself, taking me all the way to the hilt, balls-deep every time he comes down while I hold him up, standing.
“Only to put on a new condom.” I groan.
It will be such a pleasure to crush this feisty side of him. I’m going to shatter him in a thousand pieces and leave him broken and irreparable.
Art
How many hours has it been? Or should I say day of the fuck fest? Not the orgy kind, those I never enjoyed. I mean, threesomes can be fun, but more than three bodies and it’s just a tangle of limbs, sweat, and balls.
Luca Nero has been fucking me nonstop—not including the snack and nap pit stops—like he was starved for sex, which I know ain’t the case. He had his way with me three times at the club, then took me out of there, koala style—I’m the marsupial in this context—straight to his apartment and his bed. And after a whole day, I’m still here.
Wearing only a t-shirt, I’m on all fours…threes—one hand is busy pushing the big red dildo up my ass—while Luca is sitting, back against the headboard, watching me. I’m still loose and sloppy with lube from the previous times he banged me, but I move the substantial silicone toy back and forth slowly, opening myself up further and pushing it in more as I go.
“Stuff yourself full with it,” Luca orders me. I learned that patience is not his strong suit, since he has none.
As I get closer and closer to the flared base, I suddenly remember I am supposed to be putting on a show—the sexy, slutty kind. I shake my ass, letting it jiggle as I make myself more and more full before looking back. My hand jerks in surprise, shoving the dildo in further and causing a moan from me. But I can’t help it. The angry look I thought I’d see on Luca’s face is not there. His mask of furyshattered, revealing an entranced expression. His green eyes have darkened as he watches me intently, his cock has grown to…maximum capacity—that thing can hold up a beer bottle. It can fuck me twice without pulling out—I learned that in the past…day. It’s a real national treasure. I mean, who wouldn’t want that monster up their ass? I want it. Me! Me! And that foreskin—I love a hooded mushroom. Oh, the dirty things I can do with it.
His body needs some perving as well. I gaze approvingly at the smattering of dark hair on his thick pecs, it narrows in a single line trailing down his Hershey’s chocolate bar abs. I keepmyself waxed like a baby, but I do like hair on my hunks.He is perfection and the origin of my current sexual frustration.
Only a few feet separate us, and I can see how badly he’s leaking from the tip. Drops of pre-cum have turned it slick and shiny as he pumps the long length with his large palm, making my ass throb with every beat of my heart. His eyes dart up to meet mine, and I swallow hard. The raw enjoyment I see in them encourages me to slide the rest of the dildo inside until the round balls at the bottom press against my ass. I gasp, wishing it were his thickness spearing me, not a damn toy. My hand moves away to give some attention to my dick. His angry growls stop it midair.
“You’re only allowed to come from your hole.”
Huffing, I ask, “When did I agree to no touching?” I sit on my heels to look at him better; my neck hurts from all the twisting around. What is it about Luca that makes my brain shrink into a mini tomato?
“You only do what I say, when I say. Otherwise…” He lets his words trail off. He leaves the bed to go get the necktie he tossed on the floor. Is he going to bind my hands again? That I enjoyed very much back at the club.
“Otherwise?” I ask, ogling his beefy butt. My ass is clenching around the dildo with excitement.
“You’ll bear the consequences,” he tells me, walking back to the bed. His giant dick bounces with every step, hitting his hard abs—what a sight. Those balls swing, filled with jizz and bliss, all for me. He stops in front of me, but instead of my wrists, he ties the red fabric around my aching dick, tight. A little too tight.
What the…? “Edging? Really?” I’ve never tried it before because I like my Os to come fast and multiple.
“Would you prefer fisting?” He narrows his eyes at me.
“No!” I quickly reply. Delaying my orgasm soundsswellcompared to a large fist shoved up my ass.