Page 95 of Devilish Debt
Definitely not a man I…I’ve practically been in love with since we met.
“Knees up.”
Despite their wobbly nature, Zero folds them to his chest.
Exposes a view I’ve dreamt a thousand or more dreams of.
“Fuckme, little toy,” is leaked in a shaky breath.“Do you have any idea how perfect you look waiting to take Master’s cock?”
Stuttered breaths precede stuttered words.“Y-y-y-your c-c-cock?”
“You want that?” I effortlessly flick the lid open.“You want me to fuck you?” Turning and squeezing the content out occurs next.“You wanna feel my cum like this?” Cool liquid cascades down his crack for the couch pulling out a loud, needy whimper.“Answer.”
“Yes,” being spewed isn’t enough.
Not even close.
“You wanna feel my cock…”the bottle falls from my grasp, allowing me to roll two stiff fingers around his rigid, back hole, “here?”
“Ohmyg…” anxiously cries the male underneath me in tandem with lifting his hips, “more…”
“Be a good, little fuck toy.” Gently prodding gets him vibrating against my firm hold.“Tell Master what he wants to hear.”
“Fuck me,” Zero whispers on another shallow rock upward.“I want you to fuck me, Master.”
Pushing the two digits inside instantly results in precum dripping from his slit.
Slowly.
Thickly.
Deliciously.
As much as I want to lean over and lap it up, all I can do is watch.
Watch it drop.
Watch it dribble towards where my two fingers are faintly teasing.
Thrusting so lightly that calling them that is practically a misnomer.
“More,” he whines, becoming increasingly breathless.“More, Master.”
“Good boys use their manners.”
“Pleaseeee,” pleads the love of my life in an undeniably desperate voice.“Please fuck me, Master.”
“Fingers, first.” One forceful shove has his back bowing on a sharp gasp.“Cock, next.” Nails latching onto my forearms cause a pleased hiss to seep through my gritted teeth.“Show me you can take Master’s fingers.” Pulling them out is followed by a second rough push of three instead of two.“Fuck them.” He forces himself to meet the next hard thrust.“Fuck them like they’re my cock, little toy.”
His dick instantly twitches in excitement and anticipation while his balls clench together to the same pace that his muscles are my fingers.
Curling them elicits louder, choked sobs as I manage to ceaselessly tease the spot that could push him over the edge before either of us are ready.
The combination of him rocking into my movements, meeting them push for push, hit for hit, keeping my fingers deeply rooted inside and leaving me no choice but to slam him back into the couch cushions by the neck to aid in him not getting to my cock before he’s ready becomes a barbaric task I can barely restrain myself through.
Each time his eyes roll into the back of his head, mine do the same.
Every breath missed becomes one I can’t find.
