Page 47 of Black Widow's Kiss

With him waiting, I lowered the lights behind us. With the city lights brightening in front of us, I led him to the railing and told him to grip it. Obeying, he parted his lips struggling for breath.

I imagined what he felt as the cool night air caressed his sweat-kissed skin. And pressing my robe-covered hard cock against him as I leaned around him, I said, “Now anyone watching will see what happens when you disobey me,” I told him as I handcuffed him to the railing.

“Yes, Sir. Please teach me how to obey.”

“I will teach you how to obey,” I whispered in his ear as he whimpered from the heat.

Leaving him shivering, I stepped back and lit him up. When the leather strands touched his ass, his head whipped back. I hadn’t shown him mercy.

“Thank you, Sir,” he purred.

Hearing that, I stroked him again. His body shivered as his bare ass slowly striped red. Brushing his marked spots withthe leather, I waited for him to relax before striping him again. When his body contracted, my cock flinched.

“More, Sir,” he begged.

I swiped him again and again, turned on more each time. When I lowered my aim to the back of his legs, he groaned. He hadn’t been ready for it. And when his legs started dancing, I lost control. Striking him harder and harder, I finally grabbed his curled chest, nipped his ear, and found his hole with the tip of my cock.

“Yes?” I moaned.

“Yes,” he begged.

And without hesitation, I allowed my dripping juices to paint a path past his tight opening into his depths.

“Ahhh,” he groaned feeling my girth pry him open.

His warmth consumed my cock. The pleasure rippled through me. Biting his ear to contain myself, I pushed until I couldn’t go deeper. Gripping his hip, I pushed harder until he bellowed in painful ecstasy.

Buried within him, I slid my hand up his naked chest to his throat. Its width disappeared into my grasp. Squeezing, I felt his helpless to my will. I could do whatever I wanted to him. And feeling the night’s cool breeze circle between our tingling skin, I pulled back enough to strum his insides.

“Yes. Yes!” he crooned, with my hand around his throat and my groin thumping his ass.

My mind swam loving every moment with him. His body in my arms, his ass around my cock, the way he squealed and moaned with my thrusts.

Fucking him harder and harder, his legs began to give way. The longer I rode him, the more I held him erect. He was melting in my arms. And when I slipped him hand under his stomach and lifted his feet off the ground, I knew what was next.

Still holding him and with my cock in his ass, I leaned past him and yanked the handcuffs off the railing. Free, I pulled his back to my chest and walked to my bedroom. I was still inside of him. He felt a part of me. Hooking his feet around my legs and his hand around my head, he had attached himself to me. So, when I lowered him onto the bed, I had to detach myself from his grip to get what I wanted next.

Perching him on his knees with his ass in the air, I pressed his chest to the bed and moved above him. Memorized by him, I fucked him without mercy. The bed shock as my groin hit his flesh. I felt like I was trying to fuck my way into him. I wanted to wear him or make him a part of me. I didn’t know which. But when I couldn’t take being so far from him any longer, I flipped him over, pressed his knees to his chest and fucked him while finding his lips.

I didn’t kiss guys. I fucked them. Why would I ever want to be that close? But with Kuroi, I didn’t know who I was. Being with him did something to me. And when our lips touched and his parted, I let go.

As incredible as his ass was, it was our kiss that made me cum. His mouth was small. So was his tongue. But twisting together, they were perfect for each other. Its sensation robbed me of my will.

We continued to kiss him even as I groaned. I was filling him with my juices. That was when I remembered Kuroi’s pleasure. Reaching between us for is cock, my touch made it jump.

Pushing my finger down his shaft, I found that he had already cum. He had been as turned on as I was. He had cum without either of us touching him. Was the way I reshaped his hole what our kiss had been for me?

I didn’t know and quickly, I didn’t care. All I could think about was returning to his mouth. Kuroi had been my first kiss.Sure, I had kissed women. But they had never mattered to me. I was just doing what a man was supposed to do. I didn’t even know how it was supposed to feel until Kuroi parted his lips and let me inside.

Now that I had kissed him, I never wanted to stop. Kuroi was mine. No one would ever again touch him.

Pulling my shrinking cock out of him, I pushed my fingers into his curly hair and cradled him as I rolled him on top of me. I never stopped kissing him. I couldn’t.

Feeling Kuroi’s cum press between us, I flexed my ass sliding him against me. It didn’t take long for me to get hard again. Surprised, Kuroi reached down and took hold of my cock. Pulling away from my lips long enough to laugh, he returned before slowly moving down to my chin, then neck, chest, and stomach.

With his delicate fingers still holding me, I pulsed feeling his lips get closer. He wasn’t ready for that yet, though. And finding the ridges of my stomach muscles, he rubbed his sharp cheekbones against them tracing the trenches with the tip of his nose.

Eventually when there wasn’t another inch to explore, he continued his path down, pressed my large cock to the side of his face, and traced the rim of its head with the tip of his tongue. When he got his fill, he plunged my mushroom onto the back his throat.

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