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Grabbing the bright green loofah sponge he insists feels the best and is the only one that can grace his body, I pour a healthy amount of body wash on it and start soaping up his body methodically.
With one hand holding him harshly against the fake stones, I drag the scratchy material down his spine and in between the crack of his ass.
“Dommmmmm,” he whines out while shuffling his feet further apart, giving me access to what I want. I’m rough as I scrape across his puckered hole, taint, and over the soft, delicate skin of his sac.
“You’re fucking filthy. Covered in grime and disgusting intentions. Look at how you present for me. Ass popped back, desperate for my cock, isn’t that right?” Groans are all I hear as I tug on his balls harshly.
I let go of his junk and move down to wash his legs before raising back up, only slightly taller than him by a single inch. One single inch, but I’ll use that difference any way I can as I let my cock rest between the firm globes of his ass. Using his body for my own pleasure, I thrust back and forth, letting the soap glide me between the flesh.
“You like being my little slut don’t you, baby boy?” I whisper in his ear, flicking my tongue out to trace the hard cartilage.
Flipping him around swiftly, I knock him backwards until I hear the crack of his head against the wall, and he’s looking at me with that damn smirk on his face that I want to disintegrate.
“Always so funny. Think you’re so clever and enticing. You are only what I allow you to be, Malakhi, and right now, all I am allowing you to be is a cock-hungry whore. Do what you do best, little brother, and I’ll consider letting you sleep in the bed tonight.” His eyes trail down my face and body and then back up again.
“I can be very very good to you, brother.” Always so fucking eager to please, he immediately drops to his knees and grips my hard dick bobbing in front of his pretty ass face.
Hunching forward just enough to brace my hand to keep my balance, I let Khi work my cock with his hand first as he fists me, drawing all remaining blood in my body to my erection so it pulsates even harder with need. I swear nothing gets me harder than having him at my mercy. I could shove my cock so far down his throat right this second and steal all his air, and he’d come before expiring.
He looks up at me under those long ass lashes of his that women pay hundreds of dollars for, and I want to watch my come dripping off each one.
“Mmm. You taste so good,” he hums as he licks the underside of the tip, and I wait patiently as he drags his tongue down my length and back up again until the perfect opening occurs. He opens his mouth ready to suck me in, but I snap my hips forward, shoving my dick all the way into his throat.
Thank fuck for this fucking wall, because I just blew right past his larynx, and I can feel him tighten around me as he chokes on the intrusion. His hands grip my thighs, and his short nails bite into the flesh, no doubt leaving crescent moon shapes, and hopefully, if I’m lucky, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
“Finally, you’re fucking quiet. All that yapping you do and all it took was plugging up your airway. Thank fuck for that. Do you think if I come this far down your throat, it’ll come out your nose or, hell, even your tear ducts? That’s my new goal. I want you to cry tears of my come.” I run my fingers down the side of his face, enjoying the way his eyes already have water pooling on the lower lash line. When I reach his neck, I grip it and pull his head backwards, dragging him off my cock, and the large, harsh gulps of breath he takes are like a symphony when combined with the water falling against the floor.
Like the good boy he is, after he gains air in his lungs, he leaves his mouth open and ready for me to fuck myself in and out of his throat, which is exactly what I do. Pushing my hips and pulling his head back to me, I sink back into the warm cavern past his lips at a punishing pace. I don’t stop again, too single-mindedly focused on chasing my own orgasm.
“Fuck, you feel so good. You want my come, baby boy? Do you think you deserve it? Have you even truly earned it?” I groan out as his throat tightens so hard against the head of my cock, and I swear I see spots along the edge of my vision.
“You’re gonna be the goddamn death of me one day, but what a way to fucking go,” I moan out, barely holding on while I feel Khi slapping my thighs. Between the loss of air and the shower still going, it’s like he’s being waterboarded. Fuck, that’s so hot.
I feel my balls draw up and I start to come, quickly pulling out and shooting the rest of my load right up his nose. He’s sucking in air finally while subsequently choking, and I squeeze the bridge of his nose hard. Between the force of my hand and trying to gulp air greedily, the come in his nose is forced upwards.
Creamy opaque liquid is gathered in his eyes and if I could come again, I would at seeing it. Literal tears of my come leak and travel down Khi’s face.
I squat down so we’re just about eye level, and I feel the smirk line my face before leaning forward and licking up the tears. “This is my favorite way to see you cry now. God fucking damn. You complete me.” I give his cock a quick squeeze, noticing his own erection is subsiding. Fuck, he came hands free from all of that.
I quickly wash my own body before pulling Malakhi up off the floor, grinning at the bright red spots on his knees.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I really thought you were going to murder me. Death by dick. Choked by cock. He lived, and he died with sex. Make sure you put that on my tombstone. Like a fucked-up haiku, and before you even say shit, I know it doesn't follow the haiku pattern. Don’t be annoyingly smart.” I shake my head, that fucking mouth. Of course, he’d have to be a smart fucking ass only moments after the blissful silence that I got from him. At least I busted my nut before he could irritate me again.
Tossing the towel I just used to dry off at his head, I turn and start to brush my teeth. Spitting into the sink one final time, I head out of the bathroom and back into our bedroom, and Khi trails behind me. He’s not loud, but he’s definitely not quiet. He’s prattling about wanting to try something new, and I only pay half the attention as I usually do.
My mind is running in too many different directions, trying to play chess and ensure that I make the checkmate and no one else does. Pulling back the decadent black silk sheets I spend good fucking money on, I slip into bed on the left side before Khi can try and be cheeky with stealing my side yet again.
Khi’s phone lights up on the other nightstand, and I’m half tempted to snatch it up to see what it is at this time of night, but I lie back as he crawls over me to get into bed. As if he doesn’t have the ability to walk around the foot of the bed to the other side.
I smack his bare ass as it wiggles in front of me before he turns to flop down among the sheets.
The night is settling in around us as we lay side by side. I feel a sense of calm wash over me. But calm is always temporary in our world.
"Hey, Dom," Malakhi's voice breaks through the silence.
I turn my head to look at him, his features softened by the muted light filtering in from the window. "Yeah?"
He props himself up on one elbow, his gaze distant as if he is lost in thought. "You know that reporter who's been poking around, Quinn Sorvani?"
