Page 8 of Filthy Little Secret

My hard-on bounces on my abs, the head dripping with pre-come.

Tim watches my face like he wants to see my vulnerability, my body’s total submission to him, as I continue delighting in every inch of his girth.

“You’re really fucking big,” I confess.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he says, glancing at my cock.

He looks back up at me, a conceited expression on his face. A bead of sweat rushes down his forehead.

A sharp push within me makes me twist as he hits my prostate.

“Oh, fuck.”

He hits it again—more powerfully—and a surge of delightful sensations moves through me.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he asks, leaning down until we’re face-to-face, his gaze right on mine, like he’s trying to intimidate me.

I won’t look away. I won’t let him think he’s better than me. Or that I’m weak outside of allowing him to fuck the crap out of me.

I relax my arms, lowering myself until my back rests against the rail. With my hands free, I grab onto my cock to jerk off. Tim strokes his hand up and down my arm, as if he just wants to let me know he can force me to release my cock whenever he chooses.

“This what you want, you little prissy shit.”

He collects some saliva in his mouth and spits it across my face.

I lick my lip, tasting some of the spit like when we fucked last week.

He grips my face with his hand and shoves his thumb into my mouth, forcing my jaw open before spitting directly into my mouth.

His domination is almost as arousing as him slamming against my prostate.

He removes his thumb from my mouth and moves his hand down to my throat, clinging on, but not enough to block air. Just enough to let me know who’s in charge.

I glance up and notice a girl who looks like she’s in her early twenties. She leans over the rail of the stairwell above, looking down at us. Wearing a baseball cap and a backpack, she’s frozen in place, watching. When we make eye contact, she hurries off, and my attention returns to Tim, who stares at me. He caresses his thumb across my throat and then leans down quickly, pressing his lips against mine.

A hard kiss. A passionate kiss.

It’s like he’s been delaying this for too long and now he wants to make up for it.

I kiss back with as much passion.

This is what I really want from him.

And the intensity of the mind-blowing kiss is too much for me.

I curse as my body is overwhelmed with a fucking tsunami of pleasure. I shoot across myself.

He leans back and slides out of me, removing the condom quickly and tossing it on the floor.

“Get on your knees and suck me off,” he demands.

And I’m on my knees in no time, filling my mouth with his dick.

I expect it to take a moment, but the bitter, salty taste erupts in my mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, as if he wasn’t expecting to come so quickly either.

But I swallow it with pride and then lick his dick in a frenzy, trying to get as much of him in me as I can.

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