Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I need your cock.”
“Mmm. That’s better. I have what you need. No one else.”
“You’re such a fucking arrogant shit, Angelo.”
I slapped his sore ass with more force than I had before, and fuck, I loved the way it made him whine. “You’re one to talk. So fucking full of yourself, Cameron. You think you’re better than me. I’ll show you you’re not better at all. You’re mine now. I own this ass.”
“Enough. You can say whatever you like, but I’ll never really be yours.”
He was so very wrong. I took my cock in my hand. “Hold yourself open for me.”
“Wh-What?”
“Spread your cheeks and keep them like that.”
Cameron reached back tentatively, grimacing as he held his sore ass, pulling his cheeks apart the way I had.
“You’re so fucking hot displaying yourself for me.” I teased his hole with the tip of my cock. I could see the tension in his body. I was going to love making him come like this, making him give in to what we both needed.
When I pushed into him, his tight passage squeezed me almost painfully, but I didn’t stop. I kept working my way forward until I bottomed out and he was stretched wide around my shaft. I held myself there, buried inside him as I took each of his wrists, crossed them at the base of his spine, and held them there with one hand. My pulse pounded in my ears, my cock throbbed, and I couldn’t remember ever needing anything as much as this. Our knees were going to be bruised, and he was going to be sore as fuck when I was done, but all I cared about was the tightness of his ass encasing me and the driving desire to push him over the edge.
I felt him relax, his body adjusting to being filled with my cock, and I pulled back slowly, wanting him to feel every inch of me. When I slammed back into him, he struggled, trying to free his arms. I tightened my grip on his wrists and drove into him again and again. “Please. Please, Angelo.”
I didn’t know if he was begging me to stop or begging for more, but there was no way this would end until we’d both come our brains out.
His struggles and protests slowly turned to moans and whimpers as I continued to fuck him with rough strokes. I altered my angle until his cries told me my dick was dragging over his prostate, lighting him up. He cried out, pushing back to meet my thrusts, and I reached under him to jerk him off.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Close to losing it. Close to giving into me.”
“Fuck. Please.”
“I’m not going to stop fucking you, not until you fall apart, until you understand how thoroughly I own you.”
He fought me, desperate to free his hands, and I slowed my strokes, barely giving him any friction at all.
“Stop fighting. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Need… Please…”
“What do you need? Do you need to come?”
“Yes, goddammit. Fucking let me touch myself.”
“No. Your body is mine. I decide when your cock gets touched, not you.”
“Please. So Close. Just need…”
I took his cock in my hand again because I needed it too. After spanking him and having him use his delicious mouth on me, there was no way I was going to last much longer. I worked his cock roughly with harsh strokes. He whined and whimpered, bucking his hips, murmuring nonsense. When I was sure he was nearly there, I squeezed the base of his cock, holding him back.
“No. Angelo, please.” He writhed under me.
“Who do you belong to, baby?”
“Don’t. Please don’t.”
“Don’t fuck you like this?” I slowed my thrusts, easing out slowly then rocking against him gently.
Cameron tried to push back against me, but I held him still. “Tell me, Cameron. Tell me who owns you, and I’ll let you come.”
“Goddamn you, Angelo.”
“That’s right. I do.” I knew he wasn’t really giving me the answer I wanted, but the way his voice trembled as he spoke and the way his body was begging for more was enough for now.
I pumped his cock again, and seconds later, he cried out as cum shot from him, making a mess on the floor and allowing my hand to slide more easily along his length. I kept working him even when he began to whimper, but I let his wrists go.
He flattened his hands against the floor, bracing himself, clearly expecting me to keep up my harsh use of him, but I pulled out, stripped off the condom, and jerked myself off. I wanted to see my cum all over him. I wanted to mark him with it. He was mine, and I wasn’t fucking letting him go. He glanced over his shoulder, trying to see what I was doing. He gasped as the first splash of cum hit his back.