Page 66 of Malicious Desires

“Get these off, now, pretty boy,” he demands, licking his lips as he watches me shimmy them off. He helps by tugging them over my knees and down my calves before throwing them aside. His gaze roams my nakedness, causing my already hard dick to throb and slap against my stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Jasper.”

I moan, grabbing the front of his t-shirt to pull him down to the point I can nearly kiss him. “So are you, Ree. Now take your clothes off so I can see how beautiful you are, and your glorious tattoos.”

Reece groans in response, kissing me hard and taking my breath away. Beneath his sweats that are rubbing against my skin, I can feel his dick hardening. I break the kiss and pout, huffing, “I said get naked, Reece.”

He laughs, sitting up and smirking at me. “And why should I do that, pretty boy?”

“So you can fuck me, baby,” I respond, my voice raspy, my gaze finding the bulge in his sweats.

“You make me so hard, Jasp. And I could never deny you when you ask me to fuck you.”

I don’t reply, just bite my lip as I watch Reece strip down to his Calvin Klein boxers. Reaching out, I palm his dick, causing him to groan as I slip my hand inside as he leans down to kiss me again. His kiss is wild, and frantic, and causes him to shudder as I tug off his boxers. My hand is covered in his precum, and tearing my mouth from his I observe him as I slide my hand between my legs to lube myself up. My hips buck up from the touch, but my own fingers don’t feel near as good as his do.

“Fuck, Capullo. You touching yourself is so damn hot,” Reece remarks, smirking and licking his lips. He drops his hand to mine, and guides me to finger fuck myself.

It’s weirdly erotic, and has me moaning and panting. “Please Reece, I want you to fuck me now.”

Reece laughs. “Someone’s keen.”

“For you, yes,” I reply, pulling his hand away. He shifts so his dick is right at my pucker, the tip just brushing the ring of muscle.

“You’re my beautiful, dirty boy, Capullo,” Reece rasps, slipping his dick inside my hole. “I want you to ride my cock.”

He pulls out, and immediately I feel the loss. He shifts back on my bed, closer to the end near the window, and I follow, sitting in his lap and kissing him.

“I love you, Reece,” I moan against his mouth, shifting so I can wrap my legs around his back.

I push myself down, taking his dick inside my hole slowly, inch by inch. It’s beyond amazing, sending shivers through my entire body.

“Fuck,” I groan, tipping my head back as I start to bounce up and down on his dick. “Feels so good, baby.”

“Yeah, pretty boy. Ride my cock,” Reece rasps, stealing my lips in a kiss that’s all tongue and lip biting, a dance that matches the deep thrusts of his hip–and his dick–inside me as I bear down until I’m taking every inch of him deep inside me. His tip grazes my prostate and I groan into his mouth, breaking the kiss with a loud gasp. “Fuck, Reece, fuck!”

His eyes light up and he stares right into my gaze locked on his. “You like riding my dick, pretty boy?”

“Yes, I love it,” I gasp, kissing him again softly. “I love you.”

He gives me another kiss, again stealing my breath. “I love you more, Jasper,” he responds, causing my heart to race, because the conviction in his words that he loves me more than I love him is beyond incomprehensible, not at all possible. I love him more than words can truly say.

“And you’re going to come for me, so hard you’ll be seeing fucking stars, baby.”

He grips my neck then, wrapping his fingers around my taut skin. “Please, Reece, fuck me harder,” I groan, my voice raspy from his grip around my windpipe.

He groans, his other hand sliding to my waist as he requests, “Get on your knees, and face the window.”

I give him a quizzical look, but follow his request quickly. I don’t dare turn to face him, but can hear his breathing. This encounter is turning me on. My curtain is wide open and it’s dusk, so anyone outside could see my hard dick through the window. Could see Reece sliding up behind me, as I feel his dick slipping between my crease and teasing my pucker again.

“Hands on the window, pretty boy.”

I press my sweaty hands against the window, and Reece slips inside my hole, grabbing my waist with his hands as he begins to rut inside me.

“Oh god, Reece, more, harder, fuck!” I roar, matching his thrusts back and forth. I turn my head and kiss him.

Kissing me back, Reece laves his tongue over my lips demanding entrance to invade my mouth, to deepen the intense kiss that has my heart racing and my whole body thrumming with the desire only Reece Montserrat, my once but no longer enemy can bring out in me.

I moan into his mouth and he shoves me forward with a deep thrust, stilling his hips a moment.

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