“Oh, shit, I could feel you, your pussy—” he moans, throbbing in response. “You came on my cock.”
“Of course, I did. It’s mine now,” I say, chuckling. “And now I want you to come for me.”
His eyes widen. “Again?”
I keep fucking him because I want to, because I can, because he’s still hard and mine to do with as I wish. “You heard me. Come. Deep inside me.”
“But that’s—”
“It’s not your fucking business where. When I tell you to come, you come.”
“I already came six times.”
“And you will do it again because I want you to,” I growl, gripping his nipples. “Now come for me, stalker boy.”
I twist his nipples until he yelps and his hips begin to flex.
“That’s it, fuck me,” I tell him.
His feet arch, knees lifting off the ground as he begins to move along with me to the rhythm of my hips, cock desperately thrusting inside. Each pump is more frenzied than the previous one, and I smile from the greed he’s displaying.
“Keep going, just like that,” I say, toying with his nipples.
He fucks me like a madman. “Fuck, it’s so sensitive.”
I giggle. “Wasn’t expecting it to feel this good?”
“I don’t know if I can—”
“Yes. You. Can.” Each word is another twist to the nips until he’s crying out in pain.
I bring my hand up to his lips, forcing them apart, and I shove two fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
His tongue circles my fingers as I fuck him like he’s a dead man walking.
“Can you taste me?”
He nods, spiraling out of control, eyes like those of a wild animal, and I take him harder and faster until he’s nearly reached the edge.
“Now fill me up with all that cum,” I growl. “Do it. Come for me.”
He strains against the ropes holding him down, practically choking on my fingers as they go deeper into his throat, while I make sure he buries all those inches deep inside me.
The groan that emanates from deep within his chest is fantastic and makes me gloat as he comes so hard his body physically convulses, and his fingers twitch along with his pulsing hard-on.
I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Good boy.” The blush still manages to creep onto his cheeks as I pull my fingers from his mouth. “Now tell me how that felt.”
“Incredible.”
I chuckle with glee and slowly lift myself off his dripping length, watching him suffer in silence as if his body has been completely laid to waste, ravaged, left spent and undone.
A perfectly finished-off male.
Just as I like to see them.
I play with his flaccid dick just for the fun of it, while he twitches and tries to roll.
“Please … I’m done for,” he murmurs.
