Page 23 of Malicious Desires

“Yeah, you think you’re a bad boy huh?”

He nods, stammering, “Yes. I’m a sinner. A bad boy.”

“Mmm, my bad boy, my pretty boy,” I taunt, kissing him. He moans against my mouth, grinding against me, causing my dick to harden in my jeans.

Only just parting our lips, I utter softly, “Turn around and hold onto the headstone, pretty boy.”

He glares at me, a question on the tip of his tongue that he doesn’t verbalise as he turns his body around, grabbing the top of the headstone in clenched hands.

He turns his head back to stare at me, waiting for my next taunt.

I step up behind him, gripping the waistband of his sweats and tugging them down. He’s wearing the ugliest underwear on the planet, tight plain cotton black undies, covered in stains. I thought the fucker was rich, but these undies scream poverty.

“What’s with the jocks?”

“They’re my favourite. So comfy,” he moans.

“Well, they’re ugly as fuck, Jasp,” I tell him. “So I’m sure you won’t mind if I rip them.”

He gasps but doesn’t make a move to stop me as I grip the leg elastic of the jocks, yanking each side apart until they rip straight down the middle exposing his arse cheeks.

“Reece!” he yells at me, giving me an angry glare.

“Whoops,” I snicker, sliding a finger in between the ripped cotton to seek out his pucker.

I find it easily, and tease it, rubbing my finger over his flesh. He bucks his hips back.

“Mmm, please…” he begs, not tearing his gaze away from mine.

“Please? That all you can say, Capullo?”

He doesn’t respond so I taunt him more, “Tell me what you want, Jasper. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I push the tip of my finger against his pucker and he moans, “That. Touch me there. That spot.”

“It’ll hurt if I do that, Capullo,” I tell him, pushing my finger in a little more.

“I know,” he responds. “But as a sinner, I deserve the hurt.”

His words cause my heart to quicken. I honestly don’t want to hurt him. I’m not a sadist when it comes to sex.

“Fuck, Jasper,” I groan, yanking the jocks down to his ankles, and gripping the top of his Converse high tops to spread his legs wider.

Crouching down I grip his arse cheeks, spreading him wider so I can see his puckered hole.

“Damn, Capullo,” I groan, kissing his pucker.

“Fuck!” he roars, bucking back against my face as I place another kiss against his pulsing ring of muscle.

“More, Reece, more…do that again.”

I laugh, slipping my tongue inside his hole, darting it in and out. His tight hole pulses under my tongue and he arches his back to push my tongue deeper inside him.

Reaching up, I slide a finger inside him, curling it upwards to caress his prostate whilst still laving my tongue over his pucker.

“Fuck! Reece! Please don’t stop,” he calls out, his hips starting to shake as his release builds.

I withdraw my finger and stop licking to stand. Jasper groans, giving me a death glare. “Can’t have you coming yet, Capullo.”

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