Page 8 of Satan's Naughty List
“You’d better be presenting to me,” I shout, my voice bouncing off the tiles. A muffled response is yelled in return. There’s no doubt that his ass is in the air, waiting for me to pound him into the next year. Bubbles swirl into the drain as I allow my stress to wash away. I need to be in the right headspace to care for my husband.
After one last rinse, I shut the water off and towel dry quickly. I can’t place whether there’s been a previous disconnect between us. He’s not mentioned anything before today, but I’m determined to keep him where he needs to be. With me. Pushing the door open, Techy is exactly where I told him to be. Pale and high in the air, his peachy ass wiggles slightly as I step closer.
Face stuffed into the bed, his cock is hard with those heavy balls hanging between his legs. His tight hole clenches in anticipation. Bare and clean, my mouth salivates at the picture perfect image in front of me. Pax is the perfect husband, that’s for damn sure.
Kneeling on the bed, I shuffle to him, my palms skim over his ass, and he huffs in annoyance at my lack of touch. He squirms against me, almost as if he’s trying to scoot backward.
Rearing back, I slap his pale bottom so hard it leaves a slight welt. He yelps into the sheets, his fists curling into the material.
“Did I say to move?” I grunt, soothing the redden skin.
“No sir,” he whimpers.
“That’s a good boy,” I coo. My cock notches itself at his entrance, not moving as beads of pre-cum dripping onto him. Grazing over, I grip the soft cheeks in my hands and stretch him out, looking at his glorious hole.
“I can’t wait to stuff this tight ass.” Growling, I lean over his back and shove two fingers into his mouth again. He doesn’t hesitate to lap at them like it’s my cock. Cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling. Using my free hand, I grab the bottle of lube situated next to him. Popping it open, I let generous amounts of it dribble on his hole.
My fingers are soaked as I yank them out of his mouth, using the hot warmth to stretch him open and work in the lube. A mewl falls from his plush lips as I push knuckle deep.
“More, please,” he whines. He trembles slightly, obviously trying his hardest to keep from getting another punishment.
“I do love to hear you beg,” I tease, pushing a second finger in. Another deep groan escapes him as I rock forward to stretch him out.
“Your cock is weeping for my tight ass,” he mutters, the words blurred by the sheets. “I want your thick cock shoved inside of me.” I groan at his dirty words. Instead of pushing myself in, I grab the back of his neck, yank him onto his hands, and bring him for a dirty kiss. His saliva drips onto his chest from my finger fucking, but I don’t give a shit.
“You want my cock? Is that it?” I growl, using my free hand to fist myself. I coat my tip in the lube that drips off his ass. “I know what you want. You want my cum shoved so far up your ass, you can taste it. That’s what you want, huh?” I tease. I shove the head of my cock into him, his tightness sucking me into me. We both release a hiss in unison, mine from how he swallows me and his from the stretch. Letting go of his head, I wrap my hand around his throat, squeezing the sides just the way he likes it.
“Yes, please give me your cock,” he yelps, face landing back in the pillows. “Oh,god.” Pushing myself a bit further, the pitch of his cries gets higher. Irritation spikes in my veins. He knows I don’t like when he calls for another entity.
“God doesn’t exist here, baby,” I scold, slamming myself all the way to the hilt. He collapses with a silent scream, mouth open and throat bobbing against my hand. “That’s it, your tight ass sucks my cock in so nicely.”
“You’re so big,” he groans, shoving sheets between his teeth. Retracting with an animalistic snarl that I didn’t realize I was capable of making, I rip the material out of his mouth. His jaw snaps shut with the surprise force.
“I want to fucking hear you.” Pulling my hips back, I snap them quickly in and out, not giving him time to breath.
“Yes, yes,yes,” he chants over and over again as I brutally plow into his ass. The heat pushes me closer and closer to the edge as I force myself to hold off.
Heaving a deep breath, I send another series of blows to his ass, his skin effectively, and finally, turning bright pink. It’s hot to the touch with several imprints laid before my eyes. His hips start gyrating, hands trembling as he seeks more.
“Please, sir,” he croons. Eyes shut tightly, brows furrowed deeply, and a sweat bead coursing down his tones face. He’s blissed out. Pulling out, I shuffle backward and sit on my heels.
He rolls onto his back, already knowing that I want to watch him as he takes his pleasure. Dropping to my elbows, I take his weeping cock in my mouth. He’s on the thinner side, but he’s long. His cock sinks to the back of my throat easily as I hollow out my cheeks. Clenching the sheets again, his knuckles are white with the effort needed to not touch me.
Pulling back, I smirk. “Take what you want from me, but you’re not allowed to cum unless I’m inside of you.” Without hesitation, his fingers grip the roots of my hair, guiding me back onto his length as I work him over. Using my elbows, I prop myself and give him the necessary room to do what he loves. Fuck my throat. His knees bend slightly as I swallow him down, and he lets himself free. Balls slap my throat as he thrashes from below me, grunting as he holds me still.
We all know the trick. They have to think they’re in control every once in a while.
I watch his face through bleary eyes, waiting for his brows to do a certain wiggle, his plush lips popping open on a low rasp before I pull away. Strands of slick follow me as I disconnect. He wants to protest, I can absolutely see it, but he doesn’t. Oh no, instead, he wipes the remaining saliva from my mouth and drags it onto my cock. He rubs it in, working me back to the brink. A quick slap to the hand pushes him away.
Propping back up to his entrance, he watches me with narrowed eyes. My cock sinks into him with little effort, already well used from the pounding. I wrap my hand around his length and it jerks, obviously ready to blow any moment. His arms throw themselves around my neck, nails digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck your fist,” I groan, slowly removing myself from his ass before plunging back in. Each withdrawal is methodical and gentle. Then, I slam into him enough that he almost screams. He grips his cock tightly with one hand. His nails stay stuck in my neck, and I swear he’s going to draw blood. Wrist rolling, his eyes roll to the back of his head then focus back on me. The head of his dick is bright red, suffering from a case of feeling left out. Cupping his balls, I roll them in my palm as I ramp up my pace, feeling my own get heavier as they draw into my body.
The tingle starts low in my body, working from my toes up my legs and through my spine. “Eyes open,” I demand, watching as they were just about to slide shut. They pop open, Pax forcing them to keep from closing. “Cum.” The command is simple, yet it does the job as ropes of his release land on his stomach in messy lines. His body quakes, legs shake as he shouts. His eyes are blissed out as he keeps them locked on mine. Free hand stuck in my shoulder, he grapples with my body to hang on, dragging his short, sharp nails through my skin. Hissing, I lean down and capture his plush lips on mine in a nasty kiss, biting his bottom lip. My own release detonates from me when he digs his nails into my ass.
“Paxton!” I shout. Hips stuttering against his, I can’t help the moan as I blow inside of him. I stay buried inside of him as I let go. If he didn’t know it before, it’s my own version of marking him. This just solidifies that he’s not going anywhere. “You’re mine, do you understand me? You don’t get to even think about leaving me. I love you more than I need air.” He nods breathlessly, bringing his legs to wrap around me completely. We collapse into a pile of limbs, kisses getting placed wherever we can reach.
“I love you more than anything, Drew.” Capturing my lips in a sweet kiss, we don’t ravish one another. No, we take it slow. Steady. Simple. It’s not about dominating. It’s about reconnecting.
