Page 9 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

Like a hungry little whore, Sebastian avidly cleans me, his gaze flitting up to meet mine every so often, a deviant, bratty gleam in his eyes.

It’s hot as hell, and I can’t wait to reward him for his diligence and good behavior. “You really are beautiful, Crenshaw,” I say appreciatively. “I can’t believe you’ve wanted me all this time and never said anything. We’ve wasted so much time.”

My new boyfriend licks his lips and tuts with a delectable smirk. “And I can’t believe you’ve hated me all this time,” he retorts.

I shrug against the bed. “Love … hate … you know what they say. It’s a fine line.”

Sebastian laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. “I think that’s pleasure and pain you’re thinking of.”

I roll my eyes. “Same fucking thing.”

“There,” says my pet proudly, sitting back on his fine ass. “All clean.”

I sigh. “I really am lucky you set up shop across the street from me.”

Sebastian bites his lip. “Hang on,” he says. “It appears I’ve missed a spot.” And then he takes my half-soft cock into his mouth and begins to suck it clean, never batting an eye at the fact that he’s chowing down on the taste of his own hot little ass.

So much for never going ass to mouth! I chuckle internally.

Chapter Ten

Sebastian

I have a fucking boyfriend. The thought spins around in my mind like a whirling dervish, obliterating any sense of clarity. The gorgeous Viking bastard and Dungeon Master Jackson Maguire is mine. And I am his. And now I’m in bed with him, sucking on his beautiful cock for the second time in one night!

His pierced beast begins to harden in my grasp, finding its strength again as I lavish it with the ardent love of my lips and tongue. Before long it’s as hard as forged steel, and I can’t help myself. With a mischievous wink at my moaning brute, I mount him—taking control. With his cock in my hungry mouth, and my needy ass hovering above his face, I foresee an early act four.

“What’s this?” Jack asks.

And I thrill, careful not to bite down as a resounding smack sings across my inked ass.

“I didn’t know you were serving hors d’oeuvres.”

I moan as my Master spreads my cheeks and buries his face between, his hot tongue seeking the very depths of me as he penetrates and loves my quivering hole. Is there anything he can’t do? I wonder, lost to the sensation of a mouthful of cock, and an assful of tongue.

It’s not long before my master’s fingers find their way inside of me, pumping my prostate with wicked precision as his free hand cups and massages my achingly firm sac.

I groan around his cock, the words “oh my God” sounding like nothing more than a pack-raped jumble of syllables.

My knees feel like they’re going to buckle under me as wave after delicious wave of pleasure assaults me. But I can’t bow or break. Or I’ll be impaled, spit-roasted between his cock down my throat and his hand up my ass.

“That’s it, pet,” he soothes, another two fingers working their way inside me.

I gasp around his cock, driven to double my efforts and deep-throat him, allowing him to butcher my throat until he reaches his own ecstasy. At this angle his thick eight inches hits my gag reflex repeatedly, but I force it down, bending it to my will with trained prowess. You don’t learn to be a true submissive without knowing how to take a big cock and relax your throat for a pounding.

“Yes. Fucking Jesus,” Jackson swears as he raises his hips to slam me harder.

But I can take the abuse. And I love it.

Soon his huge bloody tattooed fist is silent ducking its way up my ass, and it’s been so long that it feels like I’m being split in two. I feel so full. There’s just so much inside me, it’s almost too much to bear. Tears leak from my eyes as I’m ravaged by a sickening combination of pain and pleasure.

Our conversation from earlier comes roaring back. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. And it’s so abundantly true. Every inch of me wants to escape the deluge of torment against my body, and yet in the very same breath is pushing back, begging like a slut for more.

“Fuck!” I scream around him, as his hot cream fills my throat—forcing me to swallow like a demon on speed just to combat gravity—and the deepest, most horrific orgasm I’ve ever experienced steamrolls me. Mind, body, and spirit. I’m fucking floored.

Somewhere in the distance I can hear Jackson’s voice—it sounds concerned and insistent, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. There’s just darkness. Nothing but darkness, and a shrill, piercing, yet deafening silence that suffocates me, leaving me breathless and panicking within myself. It’s Heaven and Hell all at once. I’m trapped, seemingly frozen between one heartbeat and the next. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life and I’m scared.

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