Page 23 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“Now, what I want is for you to teach me a little lesson on what happens to good boys who talk too much.”

I smirked. “Insatiable.”

“Or I could give you a detailed account of my research on—”

I gripped Wally’s shoulders and shoved him to his knees. Before he could lean forward and playfully take in my cock, I slammed my growing erection into his mouth and savored the sound of his startled choking. In a few moments, his gagging lessened as I continued pushing his head and inching my cock further down his throat.

Each time he gurgled and slurped, it sent a shudder of ecstasy coursing through my being. I thrust my hips, relishing his struggle to take the entirety of my shaft. Brushing the watery tears building in his eyes, I craned his neck. It helped ease my dick further down his throat, and it forced his gaze to meet mine.

The whimpering and yearning and desire to serve made me crave more. I hungered for satisfaction almost as much as he hungered for my cock. A feast I granted him with each pump of my hips as I face fucked him.

Wally gagged and drooled on my dick, gasping in instinctual breaths from a habit of oxygen he couldn’t seem to quit, even if the only thing he wanted to breathe in was my scent. A musk of primal desire that demanded more from him.

“Nope.” I gripped my dick, stroking my erection and keeping it away from Wally’s lips. “Earn it.”

Wally crawled closer, mouth reaching for my sack and kissing my balls. He held them in his mouth one at a time, sucking until he fit the entire sack in his mouth. Panting, he released them and lightly ran his tongue over my balls.

“Good.” I kept a hand on top of his head, tilting his direction and aiming his mouth back to my cock, which he greedily went to work on again.

He ran his tongue up and down my shaft. When he reached the tip of my dick a third time, he finally played with the head, rotating his tongue around and teasing me with his puckered lips.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I pulled my cock away from him and slapped it across his face, smearing precum and spit on him.

Wally moaned, begging, pleading for more. “Bez—”

“Uh-uh.” I shoved my dick back in his mouth, groaning with satisfaction at the gulp of surprise he released when choking. “We’re here to make sure you learn how to shut the fuck up, Walter.”

Gods, the quiver of his body when I scolded him sent one of equal delight coursing through me. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved him forward, ramming my cock all the way down his throat. I held his head there, watching him struggle to breathe through his nose that was pressed against my groin.

“Take it all. Take every fucking inch.” I kept my grip steady as his body wriggled instinctually, yet Wally grabbed my thighs and steadied himself. Gods, how I loved when he struggled on it. “You love this, don’t you?”

When his tail sprang out, I used two of mine to coil around it. If he wanted, his essence could resist, fight back, overpower me, but he submitted. I pinned his tail with mine, mounting it, so to speak, while I continued face fucking Walter with my dick buriedall the way down his throat. I couldn’t pull out, not when he felt this wonderful.

I ran my free hand along his throat, massaging his neck with each pump. His throat muscles constricted, making me moan when he gagged again.

“You want it all, don’t you?”

Wally gurgled something incomprehensible, and I moved my hands to the sides of his head, subsequently holding him by the ears as I jerked Wally back to the tip of my dick. It edged me right to the precipice of release, and then I slammed every inch back in, repeating the motion as each gasping stroke brought me closer and closer until I finally burst.

My entire body tensed, warmth spread, and I came down Wally’s throat with two shots before pulling back and unloading with a third splat in his mouth. When I pulled my dick out, a string of cum hung from the head and connected to Wally’s lips.

He didn’t wait for me to comment, immediately and hungrily licking my cock clean. He held the head in his mouth, just the tip, as he suckled my softening erection. Part of me wanted to jerk myself hard again, shove it back in his mouth, but I waited. I allowed him to savor the taste of my flaccid cum covered cock as he played with it.

Once he’d had his fill, I pulled my pants back up and tucked my dress shirt in.

“Strip,” I commanded.

He blushed. “Bez, we really don’t have—”

“Thought you said I was in charge here.”

“And I thought you said devils make the rules.”

I leaned forward and growled into his ear, relishing the heat turning it red. “Strip.”

More than anything, I had an insatiable desire to please him, fuck him, control him, hold him, love him, and a thousand other things I could and would only ever explore with Wally.

“I know this was where the night was originally going, but shouldn’t we be preparing for Hell?” Wally asked as he lifted his shirt, obediently undressing.

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