Ethan didn’t hesitate.
“Punish me, Daddy,” he begged, feeling the man’s still rock-hard dick throb as it was buried in his ass.
Gene warned him, as he wrapped his big hand around Ethan’s throat to enjoy the feel of his rosary there.
Ethan whimpered, and placed his hands over his, refusing to let him move them. He loved it when Gene put his hands on him, and he’d always love it.
Gene gave a squeeze and precum dripped from Ethan’s erection.
Someone liked that a lot.
“I can’t wait to put something sturdier around your neck,” he admitted. “Someone’s going to set off metal detectors when he enters federal buildings. Won’t security be shocked when you have to show them your pretty collar?”
Ethan whimpered.
That made him so goddamn horny. The idea that he was claimed, owned, and possessed was all he craved.
“Yes, please,” he whispered. “I want that.”
Well, then, he’d have it. Already, Gene was past the anger phase of all this.
It looked as if they might make it out to the other side after all.
It was time.
“You’re going to ride until I cum again,” he stated. “Then, you’re going to go shower, and we’re going to have dinner with your grandfather.”
He whimpered, as he was so desperate to cum.
“Please,” he begged.
Gene lifted a brow.
“Please what?” he asked, already knowing what the man wanted. Someone needed to cum in the worst way.
When Ethan opened his eyes, he saw the shadow in the window across from them and knew who it was. They had an audience.
A peeper.
Instead of making him want to stop, it made him want to go harder. Ethan didn’t want to hide anymore. He wanted to earn Gene’s trust back.
And this was how he’d do it.
By trusting him.
“Please make me cum,” he begged.
As he said the words, Gene grinned wickedly.
“Then, get to work,” he said, admiring the way Ethan began moving, his body undulating like a snake, and that crucifix bouncing on his chest.
Someone was possessed.
Truth be told, it was kinky, wild, and it was deliciously wicked.
Wicked was going to be his middle name for a very long time. Someone had to learn how to runTOWARDhim, and not away.
“Fuck, but your body,” Gene muttered, as he enjoyed the show. Every few bounces, Gene would yank him forward, pressing him to his body as he landed punishing blows to Ethan’s ass.
