Page 39 of The Taker

His muffled moans and groans get wilder as I pick up the pace and apply more pressure, gripping his ass in my hands hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow.

“Fuck, fuck, please, sir, please,” he babbles, his voice scratchy.

I pull away from him, and take in the wanton, almost painful expression on his face.

“Get up on the bench. Hands and knees.”

When I had my penthouse renovated a few years ago, I got a recessed stone bench put in. I’ve wanted to fuck my little toy onit so badly since the day he showed up in my home five minutes late. I jack off every shower thinking about it. Sometimes I even dream of him ass up, face touching the stone as I drive into him like an animal after a long day.

I take the lube, drizzling it onto my fingers and onto his hole. The first finger goes in easily, the second taking more work. His sighs of pleasure as I open him up with a third finger let me know he’s ready for me.

I pour more lube into my hands, spreading it over my cock before I press the head to his hole, swirling it around to tease him.

“Rocco, please,” he groans. “Please don’t tease me right now.” Precum drips from his flushed, angry cock. His lower lip pouts, and he’s so needy at this moment.

I spank his ass, the crack echoing off the shower’s stone walls. “Please?”

“Please,Sir,” he whines. His wet skin is so soft.

“You want it, toy? You want my cock inside you? Beg for it.”

“Please! Fuck me,” he cries as he bounces back on me, trying to get me deeper inside him. I hold his hips, stilling him.

“Who do you belong to, lionheart?”

“You, Sir,” he whispers. “Always you.”

“Good boy,” I rasp before I drive into him, all the way to the hilt.

He mewls, like a wild animal. I give him a few minutes to get used to me with shallow, easy thrusts, until he’s moving with me. He’s so tight. So hot. So perfect for me. I take every bit of him, consumed in my greed for him.

“Rocco, oh fuck, Rocco, more,” he cries.

I wrap my hand around his throat, pulling him up so his back is flush with my chest and banding my other arm around him to hold him in place. I tighten my grip, and his moan slips free.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he gasps, running his nails down my forearm. “I’m so close.Please.”

I pull him back a little further, switching to deep long drives inside him. He starts babbling, crying, coming undone.

“I’m going to fill this tight little ass up with so much come it’ll drip out of you for days, toy. Wanna fuck this hole every day, you’re so perfect for me. Because you’re my cumslut. Mine,” I growl.

Leo shouts as he comes and tightens around me. I follow him over the edge, holding him to me as I breathe heavily into his ear.

We stay this way for a while, the sound of the water raining down on us filtering back into my subconscious. I was so wrapped up in him I didn’t even notice it. Leo does that to me. He sucks me in, taking over my thoughts until I can’t see, hear, or think of anything else.

He’s panting, holding onto my arm with a vise grip.

I let go of his throat and pull out of him, spinning him around to inspect his puffy, swollen rim. My cum leaks out of it and the sight of it running down his leg confirms what I’ve known for a while now.

There’s no way I’m ever letting Leo go.

I pick him up so he’s forced to wrap his legs around me on our way out of the shower. He nuzzles his head in the crook of my neck, completely wiped out.

I sit him on the counter, dry both of us off, and then bring him to my bed.

“Guest room,” he yawns when I lay him down. I climb in beside him, throwing my leg over him as he cuddles into me.

Who the fuck even am I? I’m the kind of guy that snuggles in bed naked now… And I don’t even hate it because it’s with my lionheart.

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