Page 33 of Malicious Desires

“I…ah…more,” he moans in an almost incoherent tone. I withdraw my fingers and lean down to kiss his pucker, laving my tongue over the ring of muscle, licking the blood away and lubing him up more.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Jasper moans, trying to fuck my tongue by pushing back. Again I pull back, causing him to let out an angry huff. I laugh and taunt him, “Just wait, pretty boy.”

Once more I pick up the gun, positioning it against his pucker again. He hisses at the contact, moaning as I breach the ring of muscle with the barrel.

“Fuck, Reece!” he roars, pushing back against the trigger of the gun, drawing it in more.

“Take it, Jasper. Take it all into that tight, pretty hole.”

Steadily I pull the gun out, before slamming it back inside his hole harder.

“Ohmygod, ohshit,” he mumbles, glancing back at me, his eyes dark with pleasure.

“You like being fucked with my gun, Capullo?” I question, titling the barrel upwards inside him to touch his prostate with the muzzle.

“Yes, there, oh god there!” he shouts, again rocking his hips back and forth to fuck the gun.

“That’s it, pretty boy, scream the dorms down.”

“Please Reece, more, I’m going to come,” he rasps, once more glancing back at me. His eyes are glassy. Holding the gun inside him still, I pick up my knife in my other hand and slap the flat edge across his arse cheek.

“Ohhhhh!” he shrieks. His arse is now marked, red with a slight scratch. I withdraw the gun from his hole and bend over to lick his arse cheeks, a hint of blood swirling on my tongue.

“Reece…” he moans my name, and I clasp his hair to yank him back so his back collides with my chest.

“Kiss me, pretty boy,” I rasp against his lips.

He shakes his head, a raspy, “No,” escaping his lips.

“I said, kiss me, Capullo.”

He moans, and I grasp his neck, slamming my lips to his and taking his tongue with mine as the moment our lips make contact he opens up for me. He defies me, but he can’t help but give in.

Gasping he breaks the kiss, and moans, “Need to come.”

I shove his body back down until he’s flat on his stomach on the bed and spreading his legs wide, I spit on his pucker before picking up the gun again. With the muzzle against his pucker, I lube him up before shoving the barrel inside his hole again.

“Fuck the gun, Jasper,” I instruct.

He does as I request without protest, his pelvis rising up and down off the bed taking the gun in and out.

“Oh, oh, fuck,” he moans, fucking the sheets of his bed, getting himself off with my gun in his arse.

“Such a pretty sight, Capullo.”

“Mmm, I’m…oh…shit!” he calls out, peering back at me as he comes, his whole body trembling.

Again I withdraw the gun, throwing it on the floor and he sighs, sinking into the bed. I lie down beside him, kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Good boy, Capullo.”

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps at me, giving me a death glare as he rolls over to face me.

I chuckle, kissing him. “What do you want me to call you after sex?”

“That wasn’t sex, Reece,” he remarks, scoffing at me.

“Call it whatever, but I just fucked your sexy arse with a gun,” I jeer, grabbing his arse cheeks in my hands, squeezing them to pull him closer to kiss him. He makes no protest of having my lips on his, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. “And you loved it. You’re a dirty boy, Capullo.”

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