Page 37 of Prince of Malice

Listening to his instruction, I thrust myself deeper inside of him, feeling him tighten around me before he finally relaxes himself and I impale him all the way until my flesh slaps against his.

Perfect.

I love feeling him open up for me.

Gripping his shoulder for support, Ibegin to increase the rate of my thrusts, feeling his hand holding my own as I do.

He calls for me again, screaming loudly. “Deeper, Dominic. Deeper,” he moans.

Ramming myself inside of him again, I answer his request and fuck him harder and deeper than before. “You like that?” I grunt at him.

“Yes, yes!” he wails. “Fuck me harder, please!”

This feels so wrong but so right at the same time, and I don’t want to stop. I don’t want this to end.

Driving myself back and forth in his tight ass, the immense feeling of pleasure shoots through my body, all starting from my stiffened shaft inside of him. My legs tense as I hold my weight beneath me and push myself closer to him, deeper inside of him.

I feel the ecstasy overwhelm his body as it overflows, and he screams out for me again. “I’m going to cum. Keep going!” he yells.

Hearing his loud cries, I remember again where we are. We have to keep this quiet.

I take my hand from his shoulder and wrap it around his face, sticking my fingersinside his mouth to the hilt, stuffing them down his throat. He wraps his lips around them and sucks on them. Quieting him down, I keep fucking him.

Hissing from the pain, I feel his teeth digging into my fingers as the rest of his body starts to tense and shake. Luca grunts and groans as his cum sprays from his hard dick and splatters on the floor.

I jam my fingers down his throat again, and I pull at his lips with my other hand as I recoil back and thrust harder and harder taking my own pleasure from his body.

“I’m close… I’m-I’m going to—” I stutter before the only thing left I can say is a loud moan.

Knees shaking beneath me, I hold him tight in my hands as I blow a hot load of my semen inside of his tight hole. “Fuck…”

Every muscle in my body finally relaxes as I rest my body on the back of his, feeling the warmth from his body. Our sweat mixes together, and our harsh pants sync as we both start to unwind from the intensity. I pull myself out of him.

The endorphins fade from my veins. No longer numbing the pain from the fight, mybody collapses. Landing beside him on the floor, Luca turns himself around again and wraps his arms around me.

This feels so wrong but so right at the same time, and I don’t want to stop. I don’t want this to end.

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LUCA

Sitting on the tiled floor, I hold my hand to my chest and try my best to settle my breathing, which is still coming down from the intensity of what we’ve just done. I can feel his cum oozing out of my asshole onto the tiles.

“Are you okay?” Dominic asks me, throwing his shirt back on.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Trying to get back onto my feet, I feel my legs quaking beneath me as I stumble toward the locker to brace myself.

“Take your time, okay?” he tells me while raising his arm to touch my shoulder.

Grabbing my shirt across the floor and slowly putting it over my back, I ask, “What do we do now?”

Dominic buckles his pants and sits down beside me. “I should probably head out of here first. We don’t want anyone catching us like this.”

“You’re probably right,” I murmur to him feeling empty without his dick in me and uncomfortable with his come still seeping from my ass. “You go. I still need a minute.”

He looks at me with fierce green eyes that have never looked so mild before. He just seems so calm and caring right now. “Are you sure?”

I nod to him, leaning toward him and kissing him gently, placing nothing more than just a single press against his lips.

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