I slide two fingers in, his hole wet with my saliva, watching them slide in, his hard cock strains at the base, skin red, vein pulsing. I let my tongue curl around the head, lapping the pre-cum away until he cries.
“Tate. Motherfucker. Please suck my dick like a normal person.”
I laugh around his cock. He knows I pride myself on being so far away from normal, I need a whole new classification.
“Your evil laugh is not appreciated.”
But I ignore his complaining. His dick tastes so good, and I want to take my time, licking it, sucking, teasing him until he cries. I work on destroying him. And maybe I’m punishing him, too. He still fucking left me. I understand his reasoning, but that doesn’t change that he was almost gone forever. I had to hold it the fuck together while I got us out of that situation, but my insides still feel the annihilating panic.
I peer up, wanting to see his beautiful face. And it is beautiful. All the masculine lines in his jaw and cheekbones, with thick brows that have a permanent furrow between them. And of course, those pretty, doll-like eyes. I’m going to make sure that the baiting lift of his lower lip is permanently marked from being bitten.
But his goddamn eyes are closed.
“Eyes on me, dollface.”
He shivers, and he watches. I bring him to the edge over and over, fingers working at his hole to pry him open for my cock, my tongue taunting his dick until it realizes it only gets what I want to give it. Ryan was begging to come, but now he’s begging for mercy.
“Do you get it now?”
Ryan nods. Tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to make you sorrier, dollface. Turn over.” He obeys, and I position him how I want him, on his stomach, legs spread wide, his ass on display for me like an offering. I smack his ass hard, leaving a giant handprint. I reach into the bedside drawer for some lube, pouring a generous portion. My handmoves down to fondle his balls, and I let my dick slide into his crease. I squeeze his nuts just enough to put him on notice.
“I’m going to punish this hole, baby, and you’re going to convince me that you know you’re mine, or you don’t get to come. If you fail, maybe I’ll let you try again in a month.”
“Fucking hell, Tate. I hate how hot that is.” He groans. “But I’m so fucking horny already. Can’t you have mercy on me?”
I smack his ass again. “No. You broke my number one rule. What is it?”
“I’m yours, and that means I don’t put myself in danger. Please, fuck. I’m so yours, Tate, it’s not even fucking funny.”
“Do I look like I’m laughing?”
Letting my cockhead poke at his hole, I stretch him just a bit. He gasps. “Please, Tate. Fuck me. I’m fucking yours, and I know it.”
“That’s a good start, baby, keep going.”
I slide in slowly. He’s tight around my cock.God.I moan. I savor the moment I’m all the way in. All that cliché shit about being home and finally one with someone is the damn vibe, and I can’t fucking believe it. I refuse to turn into a cliché, but maybe I’ll let myself feel it for now. I move, hips pulling back and thrusting inside again. I watch his ass swallow my cock over and over again, fucking him slowly. It looks so filthy.
“This is where you belong, right here on the end of my cock. Don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes,” he whines.
I rock my hips faster, building to a merciless pace. Ryan’s dying to come. He claws at the sheets. The sounds he makes come out all breathy and needy.
“I’m yours, Tate,” his voice rasps. I build him to a nice, delicious orgasm, but then I back off before he can spill over. “Goddamn,evilmotherfucker.” He slams his fist into the mattress.
I do that over and over, enjoying all of it. His tears of frustration when I don’t let him come, his pleasure-filled moans, his begging and emphatic pleas that he’s only ever been mine. I’m not unaffected; he feels so good, and his sounds are so damn hot that I’ve almost let go a few times, but I’m at an advantage and get to control the pace.
“I belong to you, even though I fucking hate you right now,” he says.
I keep fucking him hard.
“Tate,” he rasps, desperate. “My name’s not Ryan anymore, it’s yours. Yours, yours, all fucking yours.”
That does it for me. “Come, dollface.”
He makes a sound that’s something between a whine and a moan. There’s a body-wide shudder. Instead of filling him, I pull out, flipping him over, coming all over his stomach and thighs. I mix it with his cum, still spurting out of his cock. Then I press our hot, naked skin together, letting our cum mix, making us filthy with it.
