Page 43
Story: Inferno
“You were.” A pained groan slips from his parted lips as his hips roll and he pushes himself further into my grip. His reactions are so fucking adorably innocent, it makes me want to corrupt him, to teach him exactly how I like it, so he’ll be perfection, but only for me.
“Was I fucking your tight little ass?”
“No.” Shaking his head, he arches back against me.
“Was I swallowing your perfect cock, sucking you until you filled my mouth with your cum?”
“No, I was…” His voice dissolves to rasping pants as his breathing becomes shallower.
“Were your lips around my dick? Was I fucking your face and forcing my cock down your pretty throat?”
His sound of agreement is half words, half moans as he grinds into me.
“Do you need to come?”
His nod is so fast it’s funny.
“Then ask for permission. Ask me to let you come in my hand.”
“Please, please can I…please can I come?” he rasps.
“That’s such a good boy. You have to ask because your pleasure belongs to me, doesn’t it?” I’m torturing him, but a little delayed gratification will only make his release sweeter.
“Please, please, please,” he chants.
“Come for me, Kitten. Fuck my hand.”
The moment I give him permission, his hips start to furiously thrust into my hold until he comes with a guttural moan. His release covers my hand, and the inside of his pajama pants. There’s so much of it, it’s dripping from my fingers and slowly seeping down my wrist by the time his hips finally stop moving.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against his ear.
“Oh god,” he pants, breathlessly.
“Lift this leg,” I say, tapping his left leg.
He doesn’t obey straight away, but when I tap his thigh again, he moves it a couple of inches. Gently releasing his now spent cock, I move my hand back until my fingers are resting at the crease of his ass.
“Lift it a little higher,” I order.
His breathing starts to quicken again, but he does as I ask, allowing me just enough room to part his cheeks and slide my cum-soaked fingers down his crease.
“Anders,” he whimpers uncertainly.
“I know no one has ever fucked you here, but have they touched? Have you touched?”
“No,” he whimpers as my wet fingers graze over his hole.
“Such an innocent little kitten.”
“Will it hurt?” he asks, his voice wavering slightly with…fear, or nerves.
“No, I’ll make sure you’re prepped and ready for me. If it hurts, then we’ll stop.”
“Are you going to do it now?” he asks.
“No,” I say with a smile. “Now, I’m just going to play a little.”
“Okay,” he says, his tense muscles relaxing, until I run my cum-soaked knuckle over his hole, coating it in his own release.
“Was I fucking your tight little ass?”
“No.” Shaking his head, he arches back against me.
“Was I swallowing your perfect cock, sucking you until you filled my mouth with your cum?”
“No, I was…” His voice dissolves to rasping pants as his breathing becomes shallower.
“Were your lips around my dick? Was I fucking your face and forcing my cock down your pretty throat?”
His sound of agreement is half words, half moans as he grinds into me.
“Do you need to come?”
His nod is so fast it’s funny.
“Then ask for permission. Ask me to let you come in my hand.”
“Please, please can I…please can I come?” he rasps.
“That’s such a good boy. You have to ask because your pleasure belongs to me, doesn’t it?” I’m torturing him, but a little delayed gratification will only make his release sweeter.
“Please, please, please,” he chants.
“Come for me, Kitten. Fuck my hand.”
The moment I give him permission, his hips start to furiously thrust into my hold until he comes with a guttural moan. His release covers my hand, and the inside of his pajama pants. There’s so much of it, it’s dripping from my fingers and slowly seeping down my wrist by the time his hips finally stop moving.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against his ear.
“Oh god,” he pants, breathlessly.
“Lift this leg,” I say, tapping his left leg.
He doesn’t obey straight away, but when I tap his thigh again, he moves it a couple of inches. Gently releasing his now spent cock, I move my hand back until my fingers are resting at the crease of his ass.
“Lift it a little higher,” I order.
His breathing starts to quicken again, but he does as I ask, allowing me just enough room to part his cheeks and slide my cum-soaked fingers down his crease.
“Anders,” he whimpers uncertainly.
“I know no one has ever fucked you here, but have they touched? Have you touched?”
“No,” he whimpers as my wet fingers graze over his hole.
“Such an innocent little kitten.”
“Will it hurt?” he asks, his voice wavering slightly with…fear, or nerves.
“No, I’ll make sure you’re prepped and ready for me. If it hurts, then we’ll stop.”
“Are you going to do it now?” he asks.
“No,” I say with a smile. “Now, I’m just going to play a little.”
“Okay,” he says, his tense muscles relaxing, until I run my cum-soaked knuckle over his hole, coating it in his own release.
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