Page 142 of Ride With Me

“Okay, now I think you need to stand up,” he says, holding out his hand. I clasp it and he pulls me up.

He pulls out the end of the film wrap. “Arms out or in?” he asks.

“Arms in,” I reply without hesitation, excited at the thought of this.

“Alright, but we are not going to do this without a safe word. What’s your word cutie?”

“Pineapple,” I say, and his lip quirks only slightly.

“What about if you can’t speak? Can you snap your fingers?”

I show that I can.

“I’m not going to wrap that hand just in case,” he explains, and then starting at my shoulders, he winds the film wrap around my body, my arms held tight—except for my right hand. He continues over my ass and cock before pinning my legs together until I’m encased shoulder to ankle. It feels good. I feelsosafe, though I have to admit Victor is a big part of that.

“Are you ready, cutie?” He asks.

“Yes, Captain.” He claims my mouth for a minute more before sweeping me off my feet and laying me on the bed. He positions me so I can see him and then he stands back.

He kicks off his shoes and then starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a broad chest, little by little, his abs very well defined. He unbuckles his belt and eases his jeans down over slim hipsand thick, muscular thighs. He looks like he works out. My attention is drawn to his erect cock, jutting straight out, thick and framed by a nest of dark hair. He palms his length and slowly strokes his hand from base to tip, running a thumb over the end.

My own cock hardens watching him. It’s constrained by the film wrap, creating a delicious ache.

He swipes through the precum leaking from the tip and lifts his thumb to his mouth, swiping it across his tongue. It’s so hot my cock aches even more. I lick my lips, an action he notices.

“Are you ready for my cock, cutie?” he croons.

“Yes, Captain. Yes, please give me your cock.”

“Good, cutie.” He runs his fingers through my hair, then he gently turns my body until my head is flush with the side of the bed. He kneels on the mattress above my head and lines his cock up to my mouth.

I lick the end, tasting his precum for myself. He pushes forward slightly, and I take the tip.

“All right, cutie?” he checks in again, and I nod, opening my mouth wider. “Fuck! Look at you, ready to swallow my cock, my beautiful, cute boy.”

His hand cups my chin as he pushes in further, and I relax my jaw to accommodate his girth. It’s thicker than I’m used to, but I can take it. He goes gently at first, but soon his hips roll and he thrusts harder. He slams into the back of my throat and I love the feeling of having him fill me, use me. I concentrate on breathing through my nose, slowly and deeply, while he fucks my mouth. My eyes water and saliva drips down my chin while I take everything he gives.

“Such a good cutie. Do you like choking on my cock?” he whispers. I can’t answer, so I just blink at him. “Gorgeous,” he says, and the praise has my cock aching even more. It’s painful, but I like that as it makes me feel alive. I didn’t know I had apraise kink and I file that knowledge away for exploration later. Right now, I concentrate on Victor’s thick, hard cock slipping in and out past my lips.

A hand brushes my cock causing my hips to buck. He does it again and my hips follow his hand. The aching intensifies, and I’m desperate to get some friction for my release.

He pulls his cock halfway out and stills his hips. He looks down at me, his face so handsome.

“Can I take this out?” His fingers lightly graze my tip and I nearly come there and then.

I nod at him, and he smiles, ripping open the film wrap. The relief from the binding makes me shudder.

“Look at your pretty cock,” he murmurs. “I’m going to wrap my hands around it while you take me in that gorgeous mouth of yours.” I love how he’s talking to me, but I want him to get back to having his cock rammed down my throat. I can’t speak, so I swirl my tongue around it and flick the end.

He chuckles. “We are eager.” He thrusts hard and I almost see stars, but I don’t choke. He settles back into pounding my throat, again and again. His hand skimming up and down my cock pulls me closer to the edge, and I don’t think I can hold on much longer as the tingles start in my buttocks and travel up my spine. I tip my head back slightly, allowing Victor a little more depth.

“Fuck, yes! That’s it, Jamie, that’s it!” he gasps, and hot cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow instinctively while my hips jerk and I spill all over his hand. That was the most intense orgasm of my life. He’s still leaning over me, panting and smiling. It’s a beautiful sight and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life.

CHAPTER 8

VICTOR

I withdrawmy softening cock from Jamie’s mouth and reach down to caress his cheek.

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