He nuzzles my neck next, inhaling deeply. Does he also feel like he can breathe easier when we are together?
“How did you know it was me?” He pouts.
I feel silk over my palms as I squeeze his ass cheeks more firmly. He’s wearing one of my t-shirts, but I feel the outline of multiple chains under it. Fuck yes!
“You live here, the sound of your heels, your scent, and voice.” I list only four of the most obvious reasons as I fill my chest with his sunshine and apple scent.
“I gave you my best Batman voice!” he whines.
“You’re the only person who’d try something like this with me without being killed,” I growl, rolling his hips and making him moan softly as our dicks stroke against each other.
I’ve already learned every line, curve, and dip of his deliciously sexy body. I know where all his beautiful imperfections are, a mole on his shoulder, another above his left hip, and behind his right knee; near his left nipple and just beneath his jaw are two little red birth marks—one in the shape of a star.
“I’ll fuck your holes as much as you like, how about that?”
He sinks his teeth into my neck.
“Why the fuck?” I hiss.
“I hate-love you, therefore I bite you. It’s very simple.” He licks the stinging mark.
I spin us around and shove him against the wall, loving the whimpering moan he lets out as I cage him in.
“I hate-love you, therefore I strangle you.” I wrap my hand around his neck. His eyes are already hazy with filthy desire.
His t-shirt slides a little, revealing my necklace—which he never takes off—and another thin chain that disappears in the front. Fuck, I love when he wears this kind of shit. He’s more erotic every day.
“I won’t resist. You can do whatever you want to me, baby.” He’s already breathing faster.
“I already do whatever the fuck I want with you,” I whisper on his lips. “In fact, I’ll drive my cock all the way into the deepest part of you until I reach your soul and mark it as mine.”
His horny gasp makes me smirk smugly. He loves my dirty-romantic-gangsta talk—that’s what he calls it. I unhook his legs, and as soon as his feet touch the ground, I force him to turn around, head against the wall. He’s slightly bent over, I stroke my hands over the backs of his legs wrapped up in light black thigh-highs—so fucking sexy. I slap his ass, enjoying the sight of pink silk barely covering it, and I keep going up until I lift his t-shirt to grab onto his hips. My thumbs hook under the hem of his panties, giving them a pull, the silky fabric stretches enveloping his curves so erotically, I let out a groan. Damn.
I quickly take the little bottle of warming lube out of my jacket pocket and spread his ass cheeks, moving the panties out of the way to the right. “I’m going to shoot lube straight into you.” The tingling, hot sensation will drive him insane with want.
As soon as I’m done, he starts rubbing his thighs together, clenching and unclenching his ass. I grip his chin and turn his head to the side, nibbling at his lips, licking his ear, drawing out each caress over his chest and thighs. Until he chases me for more, his slutty ass rubbing over my dick, and his sexy moans getting higher and higher.
“Your dick responds every time I pull on your pierced nipples.” I play with the hoop before giving it another tug, and again I feel his cock jerking against my other hand.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I whisper commandingly near his temple as I massage his balls.
“Rail me like you’d die if you don’t slam that big cock into me,” he gasps out. “Fill me with a warm, thick load.”
So fucking hot and filthy. So obedient. I like that. I missed it.
I grab one of his hands and put his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them, making them thoroughly wet. Then I push his slick hand down the front of his panties.
“Make yourself come while I play with your titties.” His breath flutters when he slides two fingers inside his hole easily. I know he prepped it already, but seeing him fucking himself always makes me so damn horny.
I move my hand inside the front of his panties, brushing my fingertips on his hard length. “You like being pumped while being fucked?”
He nods without stopping his finger-fucking.
I chuckle wickedly as I focus only on his balls, cupping them, pulling. The squelching sounds coming from his wet hole are sexy as shit. Lube is dripping on the floor. I make him up the tempo.
“You can fit three fingers now. Is your hole that hungry?” I whisper darkly. How about his mouth? Christ, my dick wants to pound that throat and make him choke on it.
“Fuck your ass harder,” I order him between gritted teeth.