Page 49 of Point Proven
Poised to strike, its dark eyes glared at me, wings spread with dominance. Blood coated its black feathers, trickling down his porcelain skin in such a way that it appeared realistic. Talons open, its sharpened nails popped off his back in a way that made it feel vivid, its parted beak no exception. The piece itself was large, spanning the entirety of his back, and considering the shading it was packed with, Iknewhe loved the sensation of pain.
Shoving him against the fabric, I pressed the blade against his ass, running the blunt end over his briefs. “I’m cutting these fucking things off.”
With a skilled twist of my wrist, the fabric tore, splitting in the middle as my free hand ripped the ruined cloth away. Revealing all that awaited me beneath, I set the knife beside me.
Palming his ass once, I slapped it after, turning the skin instantly red. He tensed, a hissed breath coming from between clenched teeth as he squirmed against my hold. Mouth watering at my handprint, I did it again, loving the way he scooted forward as if he could get away from my punishment.
“A-Ah fuck,” he grunted, shifting against me once more.
Rubbing over my marks, my fingers lightly brushed over his hole, and a muffled groan slipped through. “Fuck, you’re already twitching.”
Ass instinctively raising, he chased my touch. “Mmmf… shit, Matthew.”
“God, keep saying my name like that, and I’ll cut out your tongue so no one else can fucking hear you speak such beautiful things.”
Craning to look at me, a light blush dusted his cheek. “Please,fuck me,Matthew.”
Releasing my hand from his head, I quickly undressed, hooking my thumbs beneath my pants and briefs, exposingallof me with one tug. Kicking my clothes to the side, my palms greeted his ass once more as I spread his cheeks apart.
Collecting saliva, I leaned over and spit. It dripped down, coating his entrance in a thin layer. Groaning at the sight, my finger swirled the liquid, rimming him twice before burying my finger up to the knuckle.
His chin jutted skyward, a moan tumbling from his parted lips. “Oooh… fuuuck…”
“Oh? You’rethatfucking greedy?” Slipping in a second, he took it with ease as I curled them.
Gasping, he buried his face in the cushions, a slew of muffled curses quick to follow. Pressing against his walls, I lingered for another second before removing them.
“Shit… I need to prep you further, but Ican’twait.”
Stroking myself once, I positioned my crown at his hole. I would stretch him, hell, possibly make him bleed, but eventhatturned me on. With a shuddered exhale, I slid the first inch inside.
The muscles in his back tensed, the raven’s wings reaching for each other. “Fuck…”
Tight. Sofuckingtight.
“Shit, Levander. I need you… need you to fucking relax if you’re going to take all of me.”
“S-Sorry…” he breathed, attempting to follow my command, but notably struggling to do so. “Trying…”
Gliding further, I paused, allowing him to adjust around me. I was thick, and if I wasn’t careful, I would rip him apart, and not in a fun way. “How… How does it feel?”
“It hurts… but… feels good too…”
“Fuck. Feels good for me too.”
Holding onto his hips, I rolled forward, at least another three inches still to go. “Breathe.”
God, he’s acting as if it’s been a minute since he’s gotten fucked.
He inhaled deeply, lids fluttering as he sank into the cushions. With his head craned to the side, I watched his brows pull together as I slipped in another inch.
“Good boy.”
A whimpered exhale followed as his ass loosened a little more, his fingers curling against the back of the couch until his knuckles whitened. “Oh, fuck… Mmmph.”
With that resistance gone, I slammed into him until my base rested flush against his ass. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Breathing through my nostrils, I grabbed his hips, but paused. “I-I want to look at you.”
“Look?” he asked, dazed.
