Page 81 of Forbidden Hockey

“I can be good, so good for you, Trav,” I promise like my life depends on it. Is he really that worried about needing to own me? He already does. I’ve been doomed for a long time now.

His fingers leave my ass, and his massive arms wrap around me, pressing me tight against him from behind. He sucks my ear into his mouth, breathing me in.

“Show me how good you can be. Turn around and get on your knees. I want those pretty eyes looking up at me.”

As I turn, he pulls my boxers off the rest of the way, and I’m just as naked as he is, but I feel even more naked somehow. I let my palms trace down his body as I sink, tilting my head back, so I’m looking up.

“Suck my balls into your mouth, pretty boy. Swirl them with your tongue.”

I do exactly as he says. Trav definitely manscapes, but there’s still enough hair to tickle the inside of my mouth. He groans.“That’s it. God, you’re fucking perfect. Lick up the shaft, get it nice and wet for me.”

Gathering saliva, I lathe my tongue up and down his cock. Fucking hell. I’m here, I’m doing it—licking Trav’s cock. I’ve dreamed of this moment. Envisioned it while I stroked my cock into a desperate orgasm.

I try to suck. His grip tightens in my hair. “I said lick, not suck. I punish in orgasm denial, Dirk. I’m sure you don’t want that.”

I most certainly fucking do not.

Even if it sounds hot as fuck.

Mending my ways quickly, I return to licking up and down his shaft and sucking his nuts into my mouth as instructed, relishing in the musky taste of him. His dick’s soaked in my saliva, but I summon more from the depths of me, hoping he’s gonna sink it into me just like this. I’m nice and open back there from the hard fucking I received from his fingers. I need to be filled. He slaps my cheek, gently.

“On the bed, pretty boy. On your back. I want you to pull your knees into your chest and then pry them apart. Show me my hole.”

Fuck, he’s filthy. But how depraved am I? Because I don’t think about it, I just do, gagging for his dick in my ass, his unrelenting dominance. He spanks my hole a few times.

“Good boy.”

My face warms. I’m a sucker for praise like that.

He fishes something from the bedside drawer, and I peer to look. Lube.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy. You did a good job getting my dick wet. That was an exercise in obedience, by the way, and you obeyed me so good. You’ve earned my cock. But I don’t think I can hold back, I want a little extra lubricant just in case.”

I smile, letting the praise shower over me.

Cold lube hits my crack. I yelp with a flinch, but I don’t dare let myself close, keeping myself open for him. I’m his to view. His to use.

His bare cock is next, sliding back and forth between my cheeks, teasing my hole that so desperately wants him. He’s gonna make me ache for it. Beg for it.

“C’mon, Trav.Please.” And fuck if my devious mind doesn’t come up with the perfect way to manipulate him. The way he’s always looking at me.Pretty Boy.Dare I? I dare. I blink my long lashes, being his perfect, pretty boy. “Please use my pretty hole.”

“Fuck.”

It’s not a nice slide into my hole; it’s brutal. He’s a lion on a mission to claim.

But I fucking asked for it.

And oh, fucking god am I here for it.

Trav growls, sinking that large cock of his into a hole that belongs to him. And if I didn’t know it, he shows me. Shows me how much he fucking owns my ass.

The bump of his biceps muscles clenches under my right hamstring, taking over the job of holding my leg in place as he fucks into me over and over again. He rams into me, unfettered, without any of the shame I usually see living in him because of his feelings for me. I’m simply his heart’s desire, his dick’s desire, and I belong to him.

Good lord is he a devastating sight. His large body over top of me. I’m cradled with the way his arm’s holding me under my leg, and I’m full of him. His dick, his scent, his shoulder-length hair hitting my face. His muscles clench with passion as he fucks into me. I wish I could see the way his ass must be squeezing.

But oh shit. My cock already thinks it’s about to blow its load. I know that’s not how this works—not from the man who just told me all my orgasms are his.

“I’m gonna, gonna come, Trav.”