Page 69 of Possession

“Thank y?—”

“We both know it’s because your slut mouth has been used by anyone who wanted a taste.”

Vinnie moaned, jerking in Tomas’s hold as heat pooled in his stomach. “No, that’s not true.”

His hand tightened on the back of Vinnie’s neck. “Don’t lie to me, gatito. You let anyone use your mouth like the dirty whore you are, don’t you?”

He could barely catch his breath, clutching at Tomas’s shoulders as his knees turned to jelly. Fuck, it had been too long since he’d gotten this he was going to end up in subspace before he knew it.

“Don’t you?” Tomas snarled, giving him a slight shake.

“Yes,” he breathed out, eyes fluttering. “Yes, it’s true. I’m a whore and let anyone use my mouth.”

Tomas grunted. “I thought so. On your knees.”

He nearly collapsed in a heap in his rush, having to grab onto Tomas’s legs to keep from faceplanting.

“So thirsty for cock.” Tomas unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper.

Vinnie panted, staring at the large bulge pushing against his black pants. As he parted his slacks and lowered his boxer briefs, Vinnie licked his lips. Tomas was big, not overly long, but thick in a way that would strain his mouth. Freed from his underwear, his cockhead rubbed against Vinnie’s cheek as it bounced and then straightened.

The infamous piercings.

Vinnie started reconsidering his no-sex rule as he eyed the hoops, remembering how Mason had talked almost reverently about how good they’d felt.

“Look at you. You’re just gagging for it, aren’t you?” Tomas said, voice lower, a little more harsh. “Can’t wait to choke yourself on my cock, I bet.”

He didn’t bother denying it that time, nodding fast but knowing better than to try and take it into his mouth without permission.

“Alright then, slut, show me what you’ve got,” Tomas said, holding his cock, with one hand moving the other to the back of Vinnie’s head, drawing his mouth over his glans without giving him a chance to say anything.

Then, he used his hold on the back of Vinnie’s head to pull him all the way down, driving his hips forward at the same time and gagging Vinnie. Tears sprang to his eyes as he clutched at the back of Tomas’s thighs, stopping him from pulling out.

“Look at you,” Tomas said, pushing forward a little slower and hitting the back of Vinnie’s throat. “Such a slut for it, but I’m not impressed. I’ve had better blowjobs from baby bis, even as they insisted they’re just curious.”

Jealousy and pleasure spiked inside him, swirling around and filling up all the empty places he’d been ignoring for years. He worked harder, using his tongue and tightening his lips every time Tomas drew back out.

Tears slid down his cheeks as Tomas kept using him and alternated between calling him a whore and scolding him for not sucking him well enough, nearly causing his eyes to roll back in his head. Precome had soaked his briefs, his dick so engorged it was getting painful.

Breaths coming faster, Tomas started moving fast, fucking Vinnie’s mouth at a pace he couldn’t keep up with. Drool and tears coated his face, but he barely noticed, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He was nothing but Tomas’s slut, only good for sucking his dick.

“God, listen to you moaning. You really are a whore, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of my cock in your mouth. You want my come, slut?” Tomas cupped the back of his head with both hands, staring down at Vinnie with a naked possession.

Vinnie made a small noise, wanting nothing more than to bathe his insides and outsides with Tomas’s seed, get his scent all over him.

“I knew it. My perfect, greedy slut,” he gritted out, teeth clenched, and pumped into his mouth twice more, then held still. He grunted as his cock jerked in Vinnie’s mouth, spraying his come against his battered tonsils.

The taste of it, and the knowledge that he’d been the one to bring Tomas such pleasure, combined with the fizzy satisfaction of being spoken to and used in such a deliciously humiliating way. He moaned around Tomas’s cock as his own spurted into his underwear, wavering on his knees as all the strength in his body was expelled into his pants.

“Whoa,” Tomas said softly, withdrawing from his mouth and hoisting him up and onto the edge of the bed. He leaned in close, studying Vinnie’s face, and then smiled. “Feeling good, gatito?”

He could barely nod. “Amazing.”

His voice was nonexistent, his lips swollen and throat bruised. He was soaked in tears and drool. And there was cooling come in his briefs.

He couldn’t remember ever being happier in his life.

“You were amazing,” Tomas murmured, using his thumbs to wipe at his face, then kissed his tender lips gently. “Let’s get you undressed and into bed.”

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