Page 83 of Ride With Me

I did. I would. The thought made my dick throb.

He traced his finger over my leaking head and brought his fingers up to my lips. “Open,” he ordered. When I didn’t open immediately, he reached up and grabbed my jaw, his index finger and thumb biting into my cheeks as he forced my mouthopen. He jammed his fingers in between my lips. “Lick it clean.” Fuck. My tongue moved on it’s own accord, tasting my precum on his skin. He pulled his finger from my mouth and repeated the process, trailing his fingers through the bit pooling on my stomach. He forced his fingers into my mouth again and began to fuck my mouth with his fingers in time to the same punishing pace he used to pound into my ass.

I moaned around his fingers, and he shoved them in deeper. My eyes began to water as he kept pushing deeper, making me gag. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled his fingers back a little, leaving just the tips in my open mouth. “Want to hear you choke on my cock. Think you’d like that, little slut that you are. Leaking for me. Not even saying no anymore, are you?”

Shit. I’d completely forgotten to play along. It felt futile, and I didn’t want to fight this anymore. I wanted him, all of this. It was so good, the way he was using me. Every rough thrust of his cock had me seeing stars, and I just wanted more.

“Do you want to choke on my dick, Jasper? Taste your ass as I fuck your face?”

I did. I really did, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled out and yanked my legs down. He crawled up my body, careful not to touch my dick. I let out a keening sound, because I was desperate. He was right. I was so fucking desperate for even the slightest touch, but he wasn’t giving me that.

I felt his knees on my arms as he climbed over me, pinning them down. It hurt, but I didn’t complain. It hurt in the best possible way. It was straight out of my fantasy, taking it further than even my darkest dreams took it.

“Stick your tongue out.” My mouth fell open, and I stuck out my tongue. He rested the head against my tongue. It was so heavy. “What do we taste like?” he asked, slowly sliding his dick over it. My mouth stretched to accommodate his large head. I wasn’t able to answer him, but he looked down at meexpectantly. Like he expected me to be able to say something when I couldn’t even move my mouth. “Not going to answer me? Bad choice.” I couldn’t. I couldn’t answer him. My mouth barely fit around him, and my tongue was still out, pinned down by his heavy shaft. “One last chance. Do we taste good?”

We did. I wanted to say it, but the moment I tried to pull back, he used my hair to hold me in place. I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t do anything with the way he held me in place. He paused, not giving me any way to move, to answer his demanding question, and then he thrust into my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion. I could feel tears falling down my cheeks. He held my head in place as he abused my mouth and throat. Each thrust was somehow deeper than the last and soon, my nose was pressed against his pelvis. He held me there until my vision started to blur. I couldn’t breathe. He was literally suffocating me on his dick.

I started to get light headed before he pulled completely out. “Fuck, your throat feels almost as good as your ass, but you didn’t answer the question.”

“Y—”

He cut me off with a slap across my face. I let out a yelp of pleasure and pain. “You liked that,” he commented before slapping my other cheek. Another sound started to escape my lips, but it quickly turned into a gag as he thrust back into my open mouth and continued his abuse of my throat.

He rotated between fucking my mouth deep and teasing my lips with the head of his dick. He’d pull out and slap me, with his hand or his cock, and then slammed back in and held me there until I thought I was about to pass out. I lost track of time and reality. I lost track of everything but the taste of him, the smell of sweat and sex that radiated off of him, and the terrifying anticipation of what he was going to do next. He changed it up every time, and I never knew what was coming.

Finally, he pulled out for the last time. “God, your mouth felt so fucking good. You look so hot, ruined for me. Wish I could see everything.” I shuddered at the admiration in his voice. “Wish I could see my handiwork.” I wished he could too.

He reached behind him and found my dick. He wrapped his hand around me and began stroking me slowly. I fucked into his tight grip, a broken moan escaping me. “That’s right, Jasper. Show me how much you want it.” He kept stroking me, not stopping me from fucking into his hand, until I was right there. So close. So fucking close, and then he released me. “Oh no. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Please,” I gasped desperately. “Please. I need… please.”

“What do you need?” He shifted his weight to one side, sliding off of my chest. He traced over my nipples, pinching one hard enough to make me yelp. “I think I know what you need, but I want you to say it. Want you to beg.”

I nodded. “I need…” Another sharp pinch of my nipple cut me off. He let out a cruel bark of laughter at my pain. “Please, I need…” Another pinch, another yelp, and another laugh. He was enjoying this too much.

“Come on, Jasper. Be a good boy. Tell me what you need.”

“You. I need…” My words were cut off when he slapped me across the face. He wanted me to beg, but he was cutting me off every time I tried. Every interruption only made me more desperate. “Please, Callum. Please. I need your cock.” The words came fast, barely coherent as I rushed to get them out before whatever he was planning next. “I want you to fuck me. Get me off. I want…”

“Want isn’t enough,” he growled, sliding his hand up to my throat and squeezing. “If you onlywant…” He trailed off as he relaxed his hand.

“Need,” I gasped. “Need. Please. Need.”

“That’s better.”

I nodded, desperate to please him. Desperate to do whatever it took for him to let me get off. I had never felt so needy before in my life.

“Roll over.” I complied. “Spread your legs.” My legs opened, but it wasn’t enough. He positioned himself between them and then pushed them wider apart. I felt his hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks. “Wish I could see your hole. Bet it’s beautiful. Bet it’ll be more beautiful when I finish, my jizz leaking out of it.”

I felt warm liquid slide over my exposed hole. “Thought…” I gasped. “Thought lube wasn’t… we didn’t have by this bed.”

“We don’t,” he answered. I could hear the smile in his voice. “Spit. Told you, I want you to be able to feel it tomorrow. Longer. Want you to think about me every time you move, think about tonight.”

I felt him shift again, felt his thick cock rest between my cheeks. I felt him slide along my crack, the head of his cock teasing my hole before he thrust back up, not entering. “Please, Callum. Fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me.” Need, not want. Because want wasn’t enough. Want wasn’t enough to get him to fuck me. “Please. Please use me. Fuck me.”

My pleas were almost incoherent, but they worked.

He breached me, just as hard and fast as he did the first time. It hurt. It burned, but in the best fucking way. His body draped over mine, and he grabbed my wrists again. He pinned them down into the pillow. “Gonna make you cum on my cock. You think you can do that, baby?”

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