Page 23 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

He smiles as mischievously as any twink, even with the beard. “I torture.”

Drop this bitch and fuck him. Show him not to play mean games on men twice his size.

Before I can sort out if this is a good or a terrible idea, the champion of mean games yanks me closer and swallows my shaft completely. I forget how to think as he deep-throats with a ferocity I’ve never experienced. My cock is at his mercy.

I didn’t expect that I’d be the one fighting back orgasm. I was supposed to exhaust his defenses, to convince him he wanted that beautiful cock inside him. But at this rate…

His hands leave me only long enough for him to remove his right glove. The only piece of clothing he’s taken off so far. When he presses a bare knuckle between my clenched ass cheeks, I realize…

Oh, fuck!

Laur is a top.

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I haven’t been fucked since … well, before I discovered P!nk’s “Slut Like You.” With his unnatural fingers exploring the crease of my ass, teasing around my pucker, I’m not sure I want that to change, but I can’t speak. He might stop sucking my cock to answer.

And you want to make him swallow everything.

The need to come is relentless. My balls boil in his left hand and the right claws and pokes at my entrance without quite committing.

This time when I put my hands in his hair, he lets me touch him. But he does slither off my cock to remark, “You’re very spoiled, Stagger.”

Don’t let him stop. Fuck his face!

The terror radiates through me and does nothing to quell the fire in my cock. He could just stand up and walk out. He still had on his boots and coat. I deserve to be abandoned for strutting around like I owned his ass. I open my mouth, uncertain what’s going to come out.

“Please, keep going, Laur. Please.”

Begging. Great choice.

Laur smirks and licks his lips, only accidentally brushing my desperate cock.

Apparently, it’s the correct choice, because the man dives back into the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. His left hand joins the right, squeezing the dense muscles of my ass and it’s only now that he’s stopped manhandling my balls that I register how tightly he’d been clawing them. The blood rushes back and they throb and tingle. Now those same fingers grip at my cheeks, spreading me open. I don’t care. As long as he keeps yanking my hips into his face, fucking himself with my swollen cock.

“Thank you.”

Laur rewards my politeness by shoving two of his blunted fingers past the resistance of my tight ass and twisting them deep.

“Fuck!” The pain pushes me over the edge. Not surrendering to orgasm, more like having it beaten out of me. Like he’d broken the dams of my restraint and now there’s nothing left but the flood of cum and longing for him.

And he keeps going, sucking hard, gobbling my cock as it spasms, fucking me with his shortened fingers so that I wobble forward. He won’t let me go until my cock softens and my strength is completely sapped away by the sheer force of the orgasm.

“Fuck…”

Laur only shrugs me off his shoulder, like my entire weight is an insect that landed on his arm. He rubs his mouth with the back of his gloved left hand, wipes the right off on the back of my leg.

His cold eyes lock on mine and I know I’ll do whatever he wants. If he says suck, happily. If he tells me to turn around and raise my ass in the air, it’ll be done.

But he says nothing. He pushes the swivel chair back and finishes tugging his right glove over his wrist.

He’s going to leave. Just like that.

I grab my chair to hold him. “Laur, how about I—”

“Not part of your deal.” Laur stands and walks toward the door as if I’m not even there.

Oh, fuck … fuck my stupid arrogance.

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