Page 96 of Bought Deceit
“Stay still, boy.” Darn it, I was trying. My body had other ideas, though.
I breathed in deeply, trying as hard as I could as he shifted, making his legs spread a bit farther apart. He turned to kissing up and down my cock and balls instead, helping me to find my brain cells again.
After a few more passes, Sir kneeled and shifted upwards. I groaned low in my chest as he spurted lube on my cock, then used a hand to rub it up and down my cock in a light, barely there stroke or two.
God. This man was going to kill me. And in a good way.
“Now, I want to enjoy my toy.”
“Yes. Please, Sir.”
“Do toys talk?” He raised a brow, taking his hand from my cock.
“This one does, Sir.”
He laughed lightly. Then, on the next breath of air, he held my dick at his entrance. At first, he pushed against my tip, and I had to grip the sheet to hold my body in place.
“Fuck.” Sir cursed, pushing down inch by inch.
I felt his heat surrounding me. The lube helped, but his tight ring squeezed me with everything he had.
Finally, Sir had me all the way in, and he panted, eyes heated with need.
“It’s been a while,” he grunted, slowly moving over me. “I ain’t lasting long.”
Good thing I wasn’t either. Because I was so close, I’ve never felt this all-consuming desire before.
I grabbed his head, and I couldn’t help but pull him down to meet me in a searing kiss.
He was my Sir, and I was his boy.
Our story was just beginning.
He may have bought me, but he owned every part of me. Every breath I took, every beat of my heart, I was his and his alone.
I loved this man with everything in me.
Sir pulled back so he could sit on me instead, which must have forced my dick to hit that magic spot inside of him. His eyes rolled around, and he sped up.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Groans bled into one. Pure bliss and desire filled us from within.
“Come, boy. Come with me. Now.”
His hand was on his cock, rubbing at the same quick speed he moved on top of me. His channel squeezed me like a vice, and I could no longer hold on.
I exploded, letting my seed flow into him as his own splattered across my stomach.
With a few more thrusts, Sir fell on top of me. Out of breath, we gently licked and nipped at each other’s lips until we both calmed.
“I love you, Sir.” With every beat of my heart.
“Love you more, boy.”
For once, I didn’t care about the sticky mess between us. I didn’t care about the sweat.
I had everything I needed right here in my arms.
Sir was my life.
