I move toward the bathroom without looking at him again. I’m pissed off at Jeff for disobeying, and at Enzino for exploiting his weakness. I open the door and find the brat soaking in the tub. My eyes fall on his body among the bubbles, and I can see piecesof smooth skin, his slender shoulders, and a pink nipple. Is that a tattoo on his pec?
“You can join me. The water is warm.” Again with the flirting.
I look at his face. His cheeks are red, lips parted, and his eyes look hazy. My gaze moves to the water again. His hands are both under, disturbing the tranquility of the water’s surface with a repetitive movement. Is he jerking off?
“Don’t look away,” he breaths out. “Enjoy the show if you prefer that sort of thing. Whatever makes you purr.” He smirks.
My body tenses as my dick decides he’d like that even though I know he’s toying with me. My mind, though, decides to toy back. I tighten my fingers around the bloody knife and let my lips slightly curl on one side.
“Why only watch when I can enjoy?” I whisper darkly, loosening my green tie and lifting the knife as I move toward the bathtub.
His eyes widen with surprise at first, then with fear and horror as they see the bloody blade. His hands both spring out of the water to grab the edge of the tub.
“Whose blood is that?” he asks with a trembling voice.
Ha! Like he actually cares. “It’ll be yours next time you disobey.”
He looks down in that submissive way I like too damn much on him. Winning at this fucked-up game of his feels so good. I sniff. Act or not, my dick is half-hard, and soon I’m going to do something about it. But not with him.
“If you play with fire, you’ll get burned, Enzino.Hai capito ora?”
He doesn’t reply, eyes still avoiding mine and the blade.
“Get out of the bathtub, I have somewhere to go,” I tell him as I move to the sink to wash the knife.
Vince lets me out of the car near the old building in Brooklyn. I walk the few steps and enter as someone is coming out and holds the door open for me. Wanting to get to the apartment as fast as I can, I ignore the elevator and take the stairs two at a time.
I’m bursting at the seams. My balls are so full it’s almost painful. I’ve never wanted sex this badly. My libido is skyrocketing. I reach the fourth floor. The door to the apartment opens a few seconds after I knock.
Shirley welcomes me, wearing only a skimpy piece of black lingerie. Her big breasts are pushed up, almost overflowing from the flimsy fabric, and I can see her dark nipples pressing against it.
She is a professional. My size makes it difficult for some people to take me, so I come to her at times, knowing I can just have my fun without any problem.
She smiles and invites me in. I kiss her as soon as the door closes. Her tongue feels warm in my mouth, her black hair soft under my fingers. Her sweet scent doesn’t make my dick stiffen as usual, so I grab her breasts and squeeze. Fuck, yes. I love tits. I lift one and suck hard on the lace-clad nipple.
“In a hurry?” she giggles.
I growl as my cock has finally decided to come to its senses. I unbuckle my belt and push down my boxer briefs just enough to let my cock out. She kneels, knowing the score with me—I fuck her holes until I’m satisfied, which takes a couple of hours usually.
My shaft is not all the way hard when she starts to suck me off. Her technique is not bad, but she’s giving me a look filled with fabricated enjoyment. And those moans? Too fucking noisy.
I grunt when her tongue twists over the head. “Shut up and focus on my cock.”
She obliges straight away, but her easy compliance doesn’t excite me as much as Enzino’s submissive demeanor. As soon as my mind goes there, I can’t stop thinking about him. His dainty, pink body lathered with soap, his long neck still carrying my fingerprints, those damp, blond locks quivering while he pumped his hands underwater. I should have shut his mouth with my dick, forcing it down his throat.
I snarl when I realize the course of my thoughts and how my cock has dangerously hardened up. I need to come. I start fucking her mouth, shallow, fast movements, never turning into deep thrusts, since I know she can’t take it. After a few seconds, I let go of her head and tell her to take off her panties. She follows my instructions, then sits on the round table and starts masturbating in front of me—she knows it makes me horny to watch. How did Enzino know? Did he guess?
Fuck! Not again.
I focus on her once more. I can see her cunt glistening with juice as I grab a condom from the box in my jacket pocket. Shirley lifts her leg, her foot on a chair, to show me her gaping hole ready formy pumping cock. I put on the rubber, then close the distance between us. At the last moment, I turn her around, bending her over the table. I spread her legs and grab her generous ass with both hands.
“Fucking take it,” I grunt before my shaft disappears inside her wet pussy.
Yes! This is exactly what I needed. So fucking good. I growl as I start to fuck in and out. She screams with pleasure. I grab the side of her face and hold it down on the table as I wreck her cunt with my nine-inch cock. My balls are tingling, and my hips can’t stop pistoning. I spank her juicy ass, staring at my condom-clad, cream-covered cock, slamming in and out.
I’m not thinking about Enzino’s jiggling ass while I continue ramming into her. No. I’m not remembering the imprint of my palm on a much paler, smoother skin while I’m pounding such a good pussy. Not even a little. I bet he’d scream feeling my dick spearing his asshole for the first time. Would he cry too? The image makes me groan like a wild animal. My thrusting turns frantic.
I grab her big tits and mold them in my hands. Fuck yeah. My balls slap against her while I hammer her wet cunt. I pull on her nipples, focusing only on what I’m feeling right here, right now. A horny slut is taking the hard pounding of my cock in her hot, tight pussy. My eyes close to savor all the blinding pleasure, and suddenly Enzino is the one I feel at the end of my cock.