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His gaze on me, from where he is towering over me, makes my blood pump harder in my veins, sending my nerve endings blazing. Under the red glow, his eyes appear black as he watches me suck his cock. His lips are parted, the silver of his tongue ring glinting in the candlelight. The tendons in his neck are pulled taut, chest muscles flexing with each brutal thrust.
“Fuck, you look so good taking my cock. Such a good fucking boy.” His brows pinch together, teeth biting down on his bottom lip. He wraps a hand snug around my throat, squeezing enough to cut off some of my air supply as his huge cock cuts off the rest. “I wanna come down your throat, make you swallow me down while you fight for air.”
His words shouldn’t turn me on, shouldn’t saturate my veins with a salacious need I don’t quite understand, but they do.
“But this time…” he says, his voice strained as he continues to pump into me. “This time I want to fill your tight fucking cunt with my cum until it’s dripping out of you, and you’re nothing more than a sloppy. Fucking. Slut.”
He pulls his cock out of my mouth, leaning down to crash his lips against mine, tongue diving in mercilessly. It’s quick and messy, and when it’s over, he cranks my head toward him as he growls into my ear, sending a wicked chill down my spine. “My slut.”
I don’t know which part I should be more concerned about; the “this time” part, indicating he thinks there will be a next time, the “my slut” part, or the part where he just assumes I’m a bottom—that there’d be no way someone like me would do the fucking. But as he positions himself between my legs, the realization hits me that I’m too fucking gone to care. The shame and regret will probably hit later, but that’s future Travis’s problem.
This is the first time I’m getting a good look at Mateo’s cock, and fuckkk me, it’s nice. It’s dark and thick—so fucking thick—and his glistening tip pokes out from his foreskin. He’s bigger than me, by at least a couple of inches, and I know with absolute certainty, he’s going to fill me so fucking good.
He grabs the bottle of oil from the bed, pouring some in his hand before slathering it along his shaft. When his cock is lubed up enough, he brings slick fingers to my hole, pushing a thick digit past the tight muscle, a hiss escaping me at the intrusion. He wastes no time working a second finger in, grazing my prostate as he works me open.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he purrs. “You’re gonna take every. Single. Inch, and you’re going to thank me for it when I’m done. You’ll beg me for more.”
With his face cast in shadows, under the red glow of the candles, he looks like Satan himself. Like he crawled his way from the crust of the earth to break me down and tear me apart. Trepidation buries itself deep in my gut as I swallow over the unease balling up in my throat. Letting him fuck me is a bad idea.
I know it is.
But as he grabs my thigh in a bruising hold, lining himself up, I don’t stop him.
I don’t want to.
And when he pushes inside, filling me fuller than I’ve ever felt, all logical reasoning as to why this is a terrible idea vanishes. The ache as he stretches me is overwhelming, my chest rumbling with a low groan as he pumps in and out of me, giving me no time to adjust.
I’d expect nothing less from him.
“Fuck, cariño…” The blunt tips of his nails dig into the meaty flesh on my thigh, the bite of pain only adding to the full feeling of his cock in me. “Your pussy’s so tight, baby. You feel so good.”
My face heats at his fucked up praise. I desperately wish he’d touch me, stroke me.
He pulls all the way out before reaching up and gripping my chest, slamming back into my ass hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs.
“Fuck,” I moan, wishing I had my hands to wrap around him.
“You like this, cariño?” His nails dig in deeper. I know he’s going to draw blood soon, but I love it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, it’s euphoric. “You like the way my cock makes you feel?”
Words are lost on me. I can do nothing more than nod my head feverishly, breathless moans falling off my lips as he plows into me at a vicious pace. My head’s light, body trembling. There’s an inferno flowing through my veins, my mind and body at war with each other.
“T-take… take these off.” My arms yank on the straps restraining me to the posts on his bed. They’ve gone numb. “P-please.”
His fingernails rake down my chest, beads of blood popping up in their wake. Hissing through gritted teeth, I watch as his gaze zeros in on the mess he’s made. His near black eyes flit up to mine, a menacing smirk on his face. “Look at you bleed for me, cariño. So beautiful… so delicate.”
Leaning down, he runs the flat of his tongue along the length of one of the cuts, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. I can feel the vibrations pouring into mine. The way he looks—hair hanging in his eyes, dark gaze locked on mine, as he laps up the blood on my pec from the gash he created—is driving me wild. It’s too much. It’s monstrous and lewd. And I can’t get enough of it.
“Mateo,” I whisper breathlessly. “Take these off, please. I need to touch you.” The words leave my lips on a plea, and whatever he sees in my gaze is enough, because the next second, he’s reaching up, undoing the leather strap, and letting my arm fall before moving to do the same to the other. “My feet. Get those, too.”
As soon as I’m free of all restraints, without a second thought, I grab his face, pressing his lips to mine. He moans into my mouth as he slips his tongue inside, the metallic taste of copper heavy, rolling his hips harder into me at the same time. The Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens is the background noise to the clashing of our bodies, sweaty and slick.
He burrows his face into my neck, nipping and sucking all over. I’m going to look like a crime scene by the time this is over, but I don’t care. I flip us, so I’m on top of him. He grabs hold of my hips, nails biting into the skin as I grind on his lap. The position makes my eyes roll back as it pegs that sweet spot inside me over and over.
“Fuck… fuck, I’m close,” I breathe. One hand wraps around my cock while my other one stays planted on his chest, holding me up. “I have to come! Please, please… have to come.”
Before I even process what’s happening, he’s flipped us again, him towering over me as he grips the headboard with both hands. The cords of his muscles protrude on his forearms, sweat dripping from his forehead as he slams into me with malice. His teeth are bared, the wild look in his eyes purely animalistic as he pushes us closer to the edge.
I pump myself in time with him, wrapping one hand around his thick, tattooed arm. I’m so, so close, I can feel the heat building at the base of my spine. “I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come!”
