Page 51 of My Hunger, Your Soul

Tyler visibly trembles at my order, which in turn sends goosebumps over my skin. He’s becoming more compliant, questioning me less each time. He takes off his suit jacket and undoes his pants, removing them with his boxers down to his knees. As he turns and bends, his smooth perfect bubble butt flirts with me to touch it.

“I’m sore,” Ty says.

“I’m not fucking you, sweetheart. Just giving myself a dick massage with your ass,” I say as I lower my own pants until my hard as steel cock springs out. I stand behind Tyler, who looks like a contradiction. His perfect suit in his perfect office, bent over his desk with his ass up in the air like a whore. A perfect vision.

I let a long stream of spit drop out of my mouth to cover my dick, and slide it in between his cheeks, before pressing his cheeks together to create the snuggest mould as I slide my wet dick up and down in his ass crack. Ty groans at the feel, wiggling his ass as I slide up and down, repeatedly letting spit fall from my mouth to help glide my cock with ease. I spit in my hand and reach around to grab his leaky dick and stroke with strong, confident motions.

“Oh fuck, I’m close already,” he pants, which only gets me closer to the end. Everyday life is one long foreplay with this man.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. I’m close already too,” I moan as I pick up the pace, sliding myself up and down, occasionally losing my stride, the tip of my dick pressing against his hole.

“Fuck, you feel good, Ty. Such a slut in your nice suit, bent over for me. You gonna cum for me?”

“Ahhh yes…I’m…I’m, oh shit,” he cries out as my hand gets drenched in his juices.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl as my cum explodes like a fountain, covering the back of his shirt. My legs shake as I come down from the high that Ty always provides me with.

I slump over the back of him, nearly smothering him with my weight, but he makes no move to push me away.

“You’ll have to keep your jacket on. My cum is all over your shirt.”

“Good. That means I can smell you on me for the rest of the afternoon.”

I stand and adjust my clothing.

“I knew you would be a little freak between the sheets, Ty.”

I watch his ass for a moment, suddenly craving a different kind of taste. I remove my pocket knife from my jacket and place the blade over his right butt cheek.

“What are you doing?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.

“I just need a taste, sweetheart,” I say before I pierce his meaty cheek with a small cut. I lick my lips when the blood slowly drips down the curve of his ass. It’s not a lot of blood, but enough for me to taste. I lean over and lick the trail of red before gently suckling on the wound. He flinches as soon as my lips latch on, but he can’t withhold the groan.

“Mmm…Ivan, I shouldn’t like this,” he says, breathless with need.

I pull away when he is all clean and stand behind him, fixing my clothes before retrieving a clean tissue from the box on his desk, and cleaning up his cut.

“No such thing as shouldn’t, Ty.”

He rises to his feet and turns around. His hair is a mess, but a huge smile is on his face, making those crystal blues shine like diamonds. This is his happy face and it's my favorite. Actually, it's in joint first place with his pissed off frown.

“You need to clean that and cover it. It’s probably best to always have a first aid kit around from now on,” I say, placing my knife back into my pocket.

“Luckily there’s one in the staff room,” he says.

He pulls up his pants and starts to tuck in his shirt when I grab him for a kiss. Just as our lips meet, his office door opens. No knock. Tyler goes still, before looking over at the door.

“What the hell is this?” some guy in a suit says, and I don't miss the disgust in his face.

“Marcus, err this is Ivan,” Tyler says nervously.

This Marcus idiot looks at me like I’m a bad smell.

“I don’t care, wait until George hears about this. His golden boy is not only a fairy, but is fucking a gay in his office. You’ll be out, Tyler.”

The smug smirk on his face is the trigger to my predator instinct. This fucker will learn a lesson today. Without thought, I grab this Marcus prick by the collar of his suit and nearly lift him off the ground as I slam him into the wall of the office.

“Ivan!” Tyler shouts, grabbing my arms, trying to get me to let go of the piece of shit in front of me.

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