Page 42 of Diablo

Hm. Well, if the opportunity presents itself. If this isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.

Reaching over, I uncap it, drizzling some down his crack, watching as he cranes his neck to see what I’m doing.

I can see his blown-out pupils, the way his cheeks are stained pink, the way his tongue peeks out eagerly and wets his lips.

Swirling my fingertip in the mess I made, I slowly press into him, causing Diablo to flop against me limply, taking it like the good boy he is.

“Oh god,” he murmurs as I move past the first ring of muscle, so tight, so unyielding, just like him. But as soon as I’m in, I just glide the rest of the way into his warm channel.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, as I swirl my finger around, coating him before drawing it lightly over his prostate.

An inhuman sound flows out of his mouth, and I bite down on my bottom lip, wanting to hear that again. Finding the small raised bump, I massage it again and again until Diablo is panting. His hand is clenching my leg, his ass lifting up as I move my finger in and out of him, stretching him, opening him wider for finger number two.

He’s so willing, so eager, so fuckingtight.

“Do you think you need more? Or is this enough?” I ask as I continue to fuck into him, running my finger over his prostate every time.

Diablo shakes his head and then nods it before shaking it again. Just a confused bundle of nerves.

“I think you need more. And if you take it like the good boy I know you can be, I’ll let you come.”

I remove my finger and he whimpers at the loss.

“Ten more,” I say as I massage his ass cheeks, slippery from the oil I spilled on them. He groans and then cries out when my palm lands on his skin, hard and unyielding. But he takes each spank until he’s a sobbing, broken mess. His words spew out of him angry and desperate and needy.

And when my two fingers press into his hole, he sighs and works his hips back and forth, fucking himself onto me.

“Is this what you need? Someone to pay attention to you?”

As he fucks back onto my fingers he whispers, “I need nothing.”

“I don’t like lies,” I say and then press against his prostate over and over until he cries out.

“Yes, this is what I need!”

“Thought so,” I reply and then continue to work my way inside of him, wanting to stuff him with my hard dick, want to hear the squelch of myself moving through his wet hole, but now is not the time. Now is abouthim, about him getting the attention he needs…that he craves.

I reach for the oil again, drizzling more across his crack and slowly add a third finger inside of him until he’s writhing against me, his body arching up, his skin flushed a pretty red.

“I need to come,” he pants as I press against his prostate, making him shake and whine.

“Do you?”

“I need it.”

“Will you be a good boy, if you do?”

He nods and then cries, “Yes! Please!”

That word from his mouth. I fucking love it.

I pull my fingers from his ass and lift him up, setting him upright on the table, propping his heels on the edge of it, spreading him out for me. He looks so vulnerable in this moment. I love the look of him splayed out before me.

With a swipe of my hands, I spread his legs farther apart, simultaneously spearing him with two fingers and sucking his cock down my throat.

His fingers glide through my hair as he fucks into my mouth over and over, my fingers twisting and gliding in and out of his wet channel. The noises coming from him are making my entire body tremble. I could come just from this.

But I don’t. I have control.

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