Page 87 of Play Room Actor

Hyped up, Kilian stepped closer to the bed, breathing heavily. As he unzipped his pants and slid a hand inside, my cock swelled even more.

“Well, well,” Kilian said, stroking himself. “Looks like it’s official. You do get off on being fucked while on drugs.”

“That’s not it,” I answered, but he cut me off again with a sharp “Shh!”

“I don’t want to hear it. Shut your mouth.”

“But …”

“I want you to prep yourself,” he commanded. “Right here, right now.”

His dominance left me shaken, and any fight I had to explain the truth evaporated. Instead, I did as he told me, starting to stroke my cock with one hand while using the other to tease my entrance. I’d never felt so exposed in my life. I was on full display, and it was almost obscene how much harder it made me.

Hesitantly, I slid one finger inside, stifling a strained moan. My breathing quickened, and so did my hand, tightening around my now rock-hard erection. The tension in my body grew, and with Kilian watching my every move with that dark, smoldering gaze, I forgot how vulnerable I was.

Kilian’s eyes burned as he observed me. He radiated intensity, and as he finally freed his cock from his pants and began stroking himself, I couldn’t look away. Casually, he removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor.

I loved his bare chest—lean and wiry, his muscles shifting as he moved. The sight sent even more blood rushing to my cock, and I struggled suppressing a loud moan.

“Add a second finger,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

I obeyed, arching my body as I stretched myself further.

“Now take your hand off your dick.”

I didn’t want to. I was harder than I’d been in ages, and if it were up to me, I’d have kept stroking until I came. But Kilian had other plans, and I couldn’t wait to see where this was heading.

“Move forward a little,” he instructed, grabbing a pillow. “Put this underneath you.”

I did everything he wanted.

Everything.

Because I wanted more.

More of him.

It was him who aroused me.

Not Philippe, not Livio, or any of the other guys out there.

Only him.

And he was here.

So I slid the pillow under my ass and shifted forward to the edge of the bed. With the bed being so high, my entrance was almost level with his hips. My breath hitched as I looked up at him, my cock standing rock hard, desperate for attention.

Kilian pushed his pants down and caressed his hands along the insides of my thighs. He touched my balls, teased my hole, but completely ignored my cock, which only made my desire burn hotter. I melted under his touch. My eyes fluttered shut again and again, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

Seconds later, he rolled on a condom, slicking his length with lube. He tossed the tube onto the bed beside me, then pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

With a single thrust, he drove into me.

I cried out, throwing my head back as I gasped for air. A sharp pain lanced through me, and I tried to relax by focusing on steady breathing. But Kilian didn’t give me a moment’s reprieve. He withdrew slowly, only to thrust back in, even harder this time.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, ramming himself deeper. “Don’t you realize your ass belongs to me? Do I really have to punish you first to get that?”

I moaned, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.