Page 71 of Breaking You Open

“Little slut,” I hiss into his ear. “You like me punishing you like this?”

“Yes,” he whimpers. “I like it.”

“You like it when I do this?” I spit on my fingers and rub them over his hole.

He rocks against me, humping my lap even harder. “Yes. Yes!”

“Hm. Well, you won’t get any more of it unless you tell me what I want to know.”

“W-What do you want to know?” he asks, breathless.

“I want to know what’s going on with you. What’s wrong? What secrets do you keep from me?” I punctuate the sentence by shoving a finger into him so suddenly he yelps. I work the finger deeper inside him, wiggling it and finding a spot that has him gasping.

“N-Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“You know what I think?” I grab a fistful of his hair and yank him upward. “I think you’re lying. And you know what happens to boys who lie?” Teeth scraping the lobe of his ear, I hiss, “They get fucked.”

He makes a tiny, wanton noise—so heady, so sweet, and so, so dirty it makes my mind go into overdrive.

I get my cock out in record time and press his head down to my crotch. He swallows me down without missing a beat, groans muffled around my shaft.

“Yeah, get that nice and wet for me. Good boy.” I reach for his ass and keep pumping my finger in and out. “You ready to get fucked?”

His moan vibrates around my cock as he sloppily sucks on the head.

“I think you are. Get on your hands and knees for me.”

He slides off my cock with a wet pop and crawls onto all fours, waiting for me as I slick myself up with lube I get from the bedroom. Kneeling on the couch, I press his shoulder blades down until his ass is fully in the air, spread and on display for me, and I’m torn between sinking my cock into that perfect hole and tonguing him open until he mewls.

I settle for the former: pressing the head to his opening and sinking slowly inside. Face pressed to the couch, Sparrow turns his neck to look at me, and the flutter of his eyelashes as I breach him has me damn near coming on the spot.

I take a steadying breath and plunge deeper, fully submerged in the divine tightness of his channel. With no more than a few thrusts to get him used to the brutal stretch of his ass, I start fucking him without mercy, making him moan with every ruthless snap of my hips.

“This is what lying little boys like you get,” I growl. “They get their every hole stretched and used with no say in the matter.”

“Yes,” Sparrow gasps. “Yeah, oh fuck … Louis …”

I grab his shoulders, rip him upright, and maneuver him to sit in my lap. With his back to my torso and my feet on the floor as leverage, I thrust back inside him and wrap my fist around his cock.

“So wet for me,” I whisper into his ear, sliding my thumb over his leaking slit. My fist envelops his shaft, and I jerk him sloppily as I keep pummeling his ass.

“Oh my god,” he whines. He puts his feet on the couch on either side of me and sets his own rhythm with erratic jerks of his hips. “Gonna come…I’m gonna come…”

“Lying boys don’t get to come,” I growl, but despite my words, I keep stroking him.

“B-But—ah!” He cries out, nearly screams, and as I fuck him through his orgasm, it feels like I’m plunging deeper into him than ever before. His ass swallows me up as his cock twitches in my hand, and the resulting release is one that ripples through my whole body and shoots through my extremities, tearing a groan so animalistic from my throat that I barely recognize myself.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, buried inside him as his ass keeps clenching, stealing every last pulse of my cum. “Oh fuck.”

Sparrow moans as he keeps riding my cock in a back-and-forth motion, slipping and sliding on our wetness. “Wanna keep it inside,” he whispers. “Always.”

Unable to deny him, I tip him to the side until he lies with his face to the couch and his ass in the air. He clenches his poor, stretched hole, desperately trying to keep my cum inside.

“It’s…it’s in the bedroom drawer,” he tells me, breathless in his struggle.

“I know.” I fetch his butt plug. Kneeling on the couch, I kiss the tip of the plug before I push it gently into his pulsating hole, keeping my cum where he wants it. “There you go.”

He relaxes instantly with a moan of relief, hands curling at his sides. “Thank you.” He snuggles up to me and buries his cheek into my chest.

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