Page 6 of Ride With Me

The torture is unreal.I didn’t think being at Rocco’s mercy would be so overwhelming. I’ve been on the brink twice since we started his game, and it seems like he has no intention of letting me fall over the edge. Not yet.

That fucking kiss. God, I’ve never been kissed like that. His mouth fucking owned me, making me his with a swipe of his tongue. The soft glove felt like heaven, teasing my balls and my hole, asking for entry. My legs are still splayed wide from his fingering, and I keep them that way, hoping he’ll fill me again.

I get what I ask for. A blunt object—not his dick unfortunately—presses against my hole. A plug. It’s not too big, not as big as Rocco’s cock, that’s for sure. But I want it in me. When I feel the pressure of him pushing it against my entrance, I bear down so he can slide it in.

Yes!The pleasure from that one simple act has me bowing off the bed again, especially when the toy lands right on my prostate. Rocco teases the toy, pressing against it so it continues to hit that secret spot inside me.

“That … oh ….” I swallow roughly, my mouth dry from all the panting and moaning I’ve been doing. “… so good … gonna … come.” Just before I’m pushed over the cliff, Rocco stops playingwith me. I release another groan of frustration, though what he’s doing feels phenomenal.

Rocco gives me a few minutes to get myself under control until my orgasm recedes. I’m not sure if he’s waiting for me, but I nod my head to let him know I’m good. Almost right away, he goes back to teasing the plug and I pull against the binds, wanting to be free so I can touch him. Fuck, why did I agree to letting him tie me up? I’m trussed up like a Christmas ham, completely at his mercy.

Just when I think the pleasure can’t get any better, wetness engulfs my cockhead. “Shit, fuck!” I shout, thrusting up. My cock slides several inches down his throat, bumping his tonsils. I have no idea if he gags or not, since I can’t hear anything, but judging by the way his throat spasms around my dick, I think he did. God, that’s fucking hot.

The music playing in my ears, the blindfold over my eyes, the sensation around my dick and the plug being pressed into my prostate has me feeling so overwhelmed I can barely control the words tumbling from my mouth.

Rocco sucks and licks at me, using one hand to tease the plug and the other to tug my balls. The warm suction of his mouth feels better than any blow job I’ve ever had in my life. Maybe it’s because I can’t see him, maybe because I can’t hear him or touch him, but all sensations are heightened.

“Too close,” I warn, since he says I can’t come yet. It would be so easy to just unload down his throat and claim it was an accident, but I want to be good for him. A warm glow settled in my chest when he said I was good for him after my spanking. I want to keep being that good. I want more of that praise.

As expected, Rocco removes his mouth from my dick and stops fucking me with the plug. I sob anew, tears seeping from under my blindfold. I’ve never felt like this. Never wanted to come so bad in my life, I’d give my next breath.

His tongue laps at my tears and I moan, loving how the wetness feels over my heated flesh. It felt better on my dick, but I’ll accept this too. “Rocco, please,” I beg in what I think is a raspy whisper, but I can’t hear.

He plants kisses from my cheeks over to my mouth and kisses me senseless again, this time wrapping his hand around my dick. God, why is he torturing me? Why won’t he just let me come?

I’m so close to safe wording it’s ridiculous. But I want to be good.

When he lets go of my dick and stops fucking my mouth with his tongue, he removes the earbuds from my ears. “You’re doing so good, baby boy.” A warm glow settles in my chest and I smile, glad I’m making him happy. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please, daddy.”

He rubs the soft pad of his thumb over my mouth and hums. “I’m going to fuck your face until I come, then I’m going to own this ass for the rest of the night. How many little deaths do you think you can take?”

I groan, not sure how to answer him because I don’t fucking know. My brain is too fuzzy for me to think clearly, for me to even consider coming more than once when he’s denying me this first release.

He answers whatever prayers are running through my head when he says, “It’s okay if you come while you’re sucking my dick. Because I plan to have your cock shooting off more than once tonight. It’s best to get that first out of the way.”

Even before he stops talking, I’m nodding. I want a release so bad.

Rocco’s fingers slip under the mask and pulls it from my eyes. The room is dim, but I still blink at the sudden light. I look up at Rocco, at his blown pupils and lust filled gaze. “There they are. Those eyes. I want to see them when I nut on your face.”

My cock twitches in anticipation.

Rocco slides off the bed and strips off his pants. I watch in rapt fascination as he inches them down. His dick pops out and my mouth waters. It’s a work of fucking art. Thick, long and uncut, a thick vein running up the underside.

He takes himself in hand, stroking slowly. “Can you handle it boy?”

My mind is screamingfuck yes, but my head shakes as if I need to be realistic. “You’re big.”

Climbing on the bed, Rocco straddles my chest, sliding close to me. I rattle the cuffs he has on my wrists, and he looks at them with a sexy grin. A bead of precome leaks from him as he takes in the redness of my wrists. He runs an index finger over the area. “You’ll be able to take me. You’ll be a good boy and let me use you as my cock sleeve, breeding your hole as many times as I want.” He stops touching me and meets my eyes. “Right?”

Licking my lips, I nod. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” he purrs. “Now open wide.” He palms his cock again, stroking it as he looks at my lips. “I want to feel your plump mouth around my dick.”

I crank my mouth open wide, sticking my tongue out so he can run his length across its surface. When the bead of precome hits my tongue, I close my lips around his cockhead and groan. He tastes so fucking good, tart and salty and masculine. Fucking perfect.

Rocco hums, carding his fingers through my hair. My scalp pricks as he pulls at the strands. I moan when he pushes further into my mouth, fucking my face in a slow rhythm. I bob on his cock, taking in as much as I can, though it’s not nearly enough.

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