Page 80 of Choke Hold

My heart thumps as he pours some on his fingers, then lowers himself between my legs. His tongue runs up the length of my cock, as he pushes a lubed finger to my hole.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, letting my eyes close for a moment as the mix of warm and cold sensations send a rush of pleasure through me. I get lost to the feeling as he continues to rub his fingers over my hole, my body lighting up and a warmth spreading through me. And when he pushes his finger inside of me, that warmth turns almost hot.

Luca licks and sucks my cock as best as he can with his cut lip while he thrusts his finger in and out of my ass, and I moan at the overwhelming feeling. My fingers slide into his hair as I let him work me, my focus now only on this feeling and how fucking good it is. And once he’s fucking my ass with two fingers with his wet mouth on my cock, I know what he meant by torture or pleasure. I can barely fucking take it.

“Ok,” I pant, pushing him back. “Fuck.”

He chuckles as he sits up, then swings a leg over my hips to straddle me. I start to sit up as well, ready to lay him on his back, but he forcefully pushes me back down with a hand to my chest.

A small smirk finds its way onto his lips as he looks down at me. “Easy there, Tiger.”

He grasps my cock with one hand as he lowers himself on top of me, and Jesus fucking Christ, he feels so fucking good that I can’t even be mad about him taking over. My head tips back as my hands land on his thighs, and we’re both groaning and moaning as he rocks his hips. Immediately, we’re fucking fast and frantic, letting the energy in us take over completely.

This time when I sit up, he lets me. I wrap my arm around his back as I pull him closer against me, and he grinds down hard on my cock. And the guttural groan he releases as I bring his nipple into my mouth has me close to coming.

But I notice how he’s wincing, trying to shift his weight off his bruised knee and holding his torso tight to protect his sore ribs.

With my arm behind his back, I roll us over so I’m on top of him and can take over. I fuck him even harder, ignoring my own pain in my body as an intense need drives me to continue and bring us both pleasure.

But the second his hand lands on his cock and he gives himself a few strokes, I stop. I’m not going to last much longer.

And we’re not done.

Luca meets my eyes with a smirk. “Ass up… baby.”

I pull him up so we’re nose to nose and glare at him. “You haven’t learned your lesson yet?”

He chuckles. “I could use a reminder. But first,” he reaches for the lube and holds it up, “your ass needs a good fuck.”

My eyes slide to the lube in his hand and my heart picks up its pace, the anticipation rising once again.

“That’s what I thought,” Luca says, pushing me so I move onto all fours and he settles behind me.

And as he pushes his cock into me, my head drops to the bed with a groan. The intense pressure as he fills me sends a strong tingle up my spine, and I almost feel lightheaded at how fucking good he feels. The adrenaline that has been surging through me all night is now getting dangerously close to exploding, and I’m having a hard time keeping it together as Luca thrusts his cock into me and increases his pace.

“Fuck, this ass,” Luca groans as his hands run over my back and ass. “So fucking tight.”

My hand drops to my cock as I moan into the bed, the pressure rapidly building within me.

“Luca,” I pant, pushing onto my hands and grinding my ass back into him. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Don’t.”

My head whips around, and my eyes meet his as he thrusts into me hard and holds me against him so I can’t move, and he smirks playfully.

I guess there’s still some fight left in us after all.

His grip is tight on my hips, and he pulls me against him even harder as I try to move away. The energy between us crackles as our eyes stay locked, the battle to dominate coming to a head.

And it’s not going to end with his dick in my ass.

I quickly push up onto my knees, hook his arm over my shoulder and flip him onto his back on the bed. He grunts and winces as he lands, and I almost feel bad about it. But he’ll be fine. He had that coming.

And before he can protest or make a move, I grab his knee and slam into him.

And like the good fucking boy he is, he fucking takes it.

“Fuck,” he grunts, letting his head fall back on the bed. “Yeah, fuck me.”

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