Page 32 of Malicious Desires

I laugh. “If you want more, Jasp, take off your boxers.”

He doesn’t respond, just eagerly shoves his boxers down to his ankles and kicks them off. I stand from the bed and unbutton my jeans, shoving them down and tugging them over my boots. Jasper stares at me, looking my body up and down.

“You have so many tattoos,” he remarks, reaching out to touch them with his fingertips.

I don’t know what to say, so I just continue undressing by wrestling off my boots. I put my knife on the bed next to my gun. Jasper just watches my every move, his eyes wide. Lastly, I push my boxers to the floor and dive back onto the bed to kiss him again.

He’s writhing underneath me, our dicks colliding as they harden. I can feel the cold metal of my gun against my thigh and breaking the kiss, I shift back to a sitting position on the bed and pick up my gun. Caressing it, I stare at Jasper.

He’s biting on his lip again, staring back at me with that wide-eyed look again.

“I killed a man with this gun tonight,” I murmur.

Jasper doesn’t respond.

“You have nothing to say about that, Capullo?” I question him, leaning forward–still holding my gun in one hand–whilst I grip his dick with the other.

He gasps, biting his lip again to drive me insane. He sighs, a deep sigh as though he hasn’t taken a breath for several minutes.

“Your sins are not for me to judge,” he tells me, his expression and his voice not wavering. “What you choose to do with a weapon is a choice.”

“Cut the biblical crap, Capullo,” I snap at him, toying with the trigger of the gun for a moment. His eyes go wide again.

And my mind goes south, straight into the gutter. I click the safety on.

“What’re you thinking, Reece?” he questions me, his voice meek and worried.

“Turn over, get on all fours, Jasper.”

“Why? What’re you going to do to me?”

“You’ll find out if you are a good boy, Jasp.”

He obeys my request which turns me on so much. I’m tempted to go all the way with him, to fuck him from behind, but he needs some prep before I’m fucking him. And what I’m about to do is probably cruel, but in the absence of a toy, one has to improvise.

Jasper is now on all fours, jutting his arse out towards me. I grip his cheeks and spread him open.

“So pretty, Capullo,” I tease, pressing the tip of the gun barrel against his pucker.

“Oh shit…wh…” he gasps, turning back to look at me, as I press it in a little more.

“Reece…” he moans. “What are you doing to me?”

“You trust me?”

“I…ah…no…maybe…” he stammers, arching his back a little.

“Good boy,” I praise, putting the gun down on the bed and picking up my knife. I slice across my index finger, pressing it with my thumb to draw some blood before I rub it all over Jasper’s pucker.

He moans and hisses as I slip my finger in, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

“Reece,” he drawls, pushing his arse back to fuck my fingers when I slide a second one in. “Feels so good.”

“Mmm, your hole looks so stunning with my blood all over it, pretty boy.”

He gasps, looking back at me again as he questions, “Blood? Your blood?”

“Yes, Capullo, I’m marking you with my blood.”

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