Page 47 of Prince of Malice

Kissing him passionately, I feel his tongue start to massage my own as I push us toward the bed. I drive him down onto the bed, slamming him against the mattress and climbing on top of him.

Spreading his legs, I push myself between them and grind my crotch against his. Our genitals rub against each other, separated only by the thin confines of our clothes.

He sucks on my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth as he grabs the base of my shirt and moves it upward. Taking over, I pull it the rest of the way off over my head and throw it across the room.

“Why did you run off?” I ask him as I start to pant, reaching down and tearing off his boxers. Seeing his exposed cock, I spit on my hand and start to stroke it gently up and down his hard cock.

“I-I,” Luca stutters through his gentle moans. “I got back late and just wanted to go to bed.”

Moving himself back, Luca grabs at myjeans and rushes to undo my belt and pulls my pants down. Now that both of us are completely naked, I push him back down against the bed and put myself on top of him, going back to slowly grinding against him. Our hard shafts rub against each other skin to skin, making Luca moan harder and harder for me.

“You seem pretty awake now,” I snarl at him.

He reaches down between us, taking my erect dick in his hand, and starts jerking me off vigorously, clearly trying to distract me with his fast strokes.

“Well, I didn’t have you keeping me up,” he jokes.

“Fucking brat,” I growl, snatching his legs out from under me, throwing them over my shoulders, and raising him up again to expose his ass. Whipping my hand against its surface, I spank him hard and listen to the satisfying noise of his whimper.

Taking my dick in my hand, a quick handful of spit for the tip of it and I shove it inside of his dry hole that I imagine is still sore from the fucking I gave him last night. I watch him bite his own lip as he fights tohold back another moan of pain. This feels like a punishment for him, and I love it.

“Why were you avoiding me?” I demand, and I feel his ass beginning to open and relax around my dick. I thrust all the way into him and then out increasing the speed and strength of my thrusts.

Feeling the power of my large member inside of him, he takes hold of his own erect cock and strokes himself in perfect rhythm with my own motions. His face shows every aspect of his pleasure overwhelming him. I have known from the start that this was all new for him, but it’s still amusing to see him like this.

Already, I feel his muscles tighten around my dick, his entire body shaking as cum erupts from his tip and sprays all over his stomach and chest.

“Fu… Fuck.”

Even the shortest of words are almost incomprehensible between his loud moans.

Wiping up the pools of his cum with my fingers, I rub it between them and quickly stuff them into his mouth, making him taste his own sperm. He chokes slightly on my fingers. I pull them back, and he lets out a smallgasp for air before he goes back to sucking on them.

“You like that?” I taunt.

He nods while emitting a muffled whimper through his gagged mouth.

Taking my hand out of his mouth, I grab him by the back of his neck and pull back. Lying down, resting my back on the mattress beneath me, I pull Luca on top of me, my solid shaft still inside of him.

“Ride it for me,” I tell him.

He nods again and starts to slowly bounce up and down on my groin, his tight hole gripping on to and stroking my stiffened cock.

“Are you going to give me the answers I want?” I groan.

The infectious pleasure that Luca is emitting starts to catch up with me.

“I told you. It was nothing,” he answers, but there’s something in his shifting eyes that makes me not believe him.

With him on top, I grab my hand around his neck and grip his throat between my thumb and fingers. Slowly starting to tighten my hold on him, I restrict the blood flow through his veins andwatch his eyes start to fade and throat choke.

“Don’t lie to me,” I tell him as I take my hand off of his neck and give him the chance to speak again.

Still riding hard on my dick, his flexed legs work hard to keep up with the motions. “Fine, I spoke with the Grecos,” he chokes out.

“Good boy,” I praise him, feeling his body quiver in reaction. “What’s that got to do with me?”

“Nothing,” he pleads.

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