Page 90 of Point Proven
“Does my baby like having his ass fucked by a weapon? Is the idea of how filthy it is making your cock twitch more?” With a final shove, the handle rested against his skin, barely giving me room to hold on to the locked gun. “God, you’re even more beautiful with it inside you.”
He groaned with need, a stuttered whimper following. “God… Oren… Fuck.”
Turning it, I hummed. My cock hurt from being denied, but his begging had me withholding, seeking those pleasure-filled moans and whines. “Do you want me to keep fucking you like this, or would you like me to take what’salwaysbeen mine?”
He craned his chin down, those furrowed brows greeting me first, but then the sound I desired the most fell from him—a whimper. “Please… fuck me… I-I needyou.”
That was all I needed before removing it, returning it to his nightstand, and angling myself at his hole. Stroking my hardened length once, a deep-rooted need took over as I rammed myself fully to my base in one thrust.
A cry consumed by ecstasy escaped his parted, panting lips, his head slamming back against the mattress as I filled him. Chest raised, I palmed his beautiful nipples, stroking my thumb across his piercing as I backed out, only to slam into him again.
“Oh,shit…” he groaned, his blown-out pupils finding mine. “Yes… Fuck, yes. Thank you, Daddy…”
“Fuck,” I moaned, digging my nails into his hips enough to make him bleed.
With the other hand still toying with his nipple, I tugged upward on the bar, seeking that little bit of pain to accompany how desperately, messily he sucked in my cock. His mouth opened, brows drawing together at the sudden wave of pleasure, and I took the opportunity to shove two fingers into his mouth. Running them along his tongue, I pushed them to the back of his throat.
He gagged slightly before closing his lips around my digits and sucking, his eyes rolling back as he coated my skin in a thick layer of saliva. Humming, he opened his mouth once more, allowing me to dive into his throat to the point. I curledmy fingertips around the back of his flattened, dripping tongue, testing his gag reflex, which he happily permitted.
“Yeah, just like that. Keep letting me fuck you while I thrust these into that little whore of a mouth. Because this is how you should always look—stuffed.”
Keeping a steady rhythm, I pounded into him with every ounce of built-up frustration, working myself to my base with each thrust. Balls slapping against him, a shuddered breath followed, riddled with my desires and pleasure as I removed my fingers from his willing mouth.
“S-Shit, Thorne, you… You feel so good.”
He matched me in octave, our sounds mingling to form an intertwined symphony of euphoria. “Oren… Fuck. I love you.”
Tears pricked my eyes because it was the first time he’d said it since returning home. Biting my lip to stifle my cry, I nodded, working further to bring him to the edge. “I love… love you.”
“Close…” he panted, his forehead dropping to rest against my forearm that I moved to position beside him. “I-I’m close…”
“Me too. Fuck… I want you to cum with me. Paint those ropes with what I do to you. Me, only fucking me,” I grunted, slamming into that spot over and over, the one I knew would create the result I wanted.
His lids fluttered, chest shuddering as he arched into me, a lengthened moan served as his breaking point. Coating his stomach with his essence, his mouth opened as huffs of air fled from his lungs, the amounting pleasure nearly too much for him to handle. Trembling against me, his seed continued to spew with an unrelenting flow, and his whimpers from overstimulation became music to my ears.
Pumping my semen into him, each roll of my hips slowed as that bliss coated me entirely. Panting, I sat back on my haunches, removing my cock from him as my essence trickledfrom his spent hole. Swiping upward, I collected it on my finger before guiding it back into his twitching entrance.
“I want you filled, baby.”
A rasped scream was my answer as he thrashed against the bindings. “N-No… Sensitive. Ah,fuck!”
“Aw, look at you stuck while I fuck your ass with my cum-soaked finger. You want me to stop? Too sensitive?”
“Mmmf…” he whined, looking down at me. “Oren… shit. I-I… I?—”
“I what? Use your goddamn words.” Sinking to my knuckle, I curled it slightly, pushing my seed further inside.
Chin tipping skyward, he cried out, striations dancing across his thighs as his legs tensed. “I-I… Sensitive… Oh, fucking god.”
Continuing, I flicked my gaze to him, relishing the way he fought against the bindings. “Still waiting on those fucking words.”
“What… What words?” he whimpered, bottom lip quivering.
“That you’remine. That you’ll always be mine to fuck, to cherish, to love, to stay beside until I die.”
“I-I amyours…All of me. Always.”
“Good. Always, baby. Always.”
