Page 39 of Salacious Star

"How is this slutty, desperate cunt going to make it up to me?" Tristan growled. He didn't give me warning before he pulled out and sank two fingers in, the feeling of fullness making me moan. He curled his fingers against my prostate, and my cock jerked, drooling precome all over the couch underneath me.

Another sharp blast of pain when his teeth sank into me again - this time on the other ass cheek - and he barked, "Hmm? Tell me. You're making so many promises, baby, but you're not telling. Me. What. You'll. Do. For. Me."

Each word was punctuated with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and God, I was a mess. If it weren't for the back of the couch under my torso, I wouldn't have been able to keep myself upright. My legs were trembling underneath me, spread even further to try and get more of Tristan's fingers inside of me, and when he sank athirdfinger inside of me, the stretch made me groan, but the faint sting and ache felt sofuckingright.

"God, look at your greedy hole," Tristan scoffed. "Take all of my fingers like it's nothing. You're really whoring it up around town, aren't you, to be taking me so easily?"

The degradation made me shiver and whimper, and I shook my head as he pressed all three of his fingers against my prostate and rubbed firmly, the sensation making me yelp.

"Fuck!"

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Tristan growled. "I can feel how swollen your sweet spot is, baby boy. I bet that you're fucking yourself stupid even when you aren't hopping on someone else's dick, aren't you? That dildo collection of yours getting a good workout? Maybe that's how you make it up to me. I'll just make sure that your ass is too full and sore to handle anything else whenI'mnot the one inside you."

I gasped, my cock jerking, and God, my balls were so fucking tight and swollen. Every thrust of Tristan's fingers drove the tip of my cock against the back of the couch, and it was only going to be a matter of time before I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't even convinced that I needed to touch my cock anymore; I had the feeling that I was going to come untouched during this scene.

God, how humiliating. And so fuckinggood.

Tristan shocked me speechless a moment later when he pulled his fingers out of me slowly, his knuckles tugging on my rim, then he thrustfourfingers inside of me, spreading them as wide as they would go.

"Fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh..."

My cock jerked, and I was leaking so much precome that I wasn't entirely convinced that Ihadn'tcome yet. I moaned, and Tristan made the first soft, approving sound that I'd heard from him during this entire interaction.

"There you go. Oh, look at that, baby boy. Your slutty,greedyhole is sucking in all four of my fingers. I bet you could take my whole fist right now, couldn't you? You would be the most gorgeous little puppet for me, wouldn't you?" He laughed, the sound degrading and a little mean, making my head fuzzover even more. "Needy little hand puppets don't cheat. Maybe that should be your punishment. And then I'll just jerk off all over your back, and you'll be all stretched out and used without even having taken my cock. Greedy whore."

"Oh, fuck...no," I managed, the thought making me jerk up. The new angle pressed all four of Tristan's fingers against my prostate again, my hole aching around the width of his hand as he sank his fingers all the way in, and I looked over my shoulder at him. I could only imagine the image that I presented, my lips slightly swollen from biting them and my face burning with humiliation and arousal. I probably looked fucked out, just as much of a slut as he was calling me, and Tristan's gaze met mine with an amused tip of his lips.

"No?" he said softly. He thrust his fingers inside of me one more time before withdrawing them altogether, leaving me aching and empty and so turned on that I swore a spare breeze would have tipped me over the edge.

Tristan slowly rose to his feet, his eyes not leaving mine for a moment. He reached down and undid the buckle of his jeans - and God, the thought that he'dstillbeen clothed while he was doing all of that to me was unspeakably hot - and then he shoved them down, his cock springing free and making my mouth water.

He wrapped his hand around the hard length, stroking once, twice. A bead of precome gathered at the tip, and it took everything inside of me not to sink to my knees in front of him to worship his cock and show him howsorryI was.

"If you don't want me to come all over you and leave your unfaithful fucking hole to suffer," he said slowly, enunciating every word. "Then what exactly is it that you want me to do, baby boy?"

I swallowed, not looking away from Tristan as I licked my lips. "I want your cock," I finally whispered, my voice breathy and pathetic and fuckingneedy.

I'd never heard myself so wrecked before, and for a moment, I almost tapped out. I knew that Tristan wouldn't be upset with me over it, and Dorian would give me a minute before we got back into it.

But then Tristan's lips curved up in a smirk that was more sadistic than comforting, and my cock jerked as he wrapped his hand around the base of his hard length and stroked.

"Yeah?" he crooned. He stepped closed, smoothing his hand over my lower back - the first true comfort that he'd offered me during this scene - and the head of his cock nudged against my hole. "Is this hole mine, baby boy? Are you going to prove it to me?"

The challenge in his eyes made me moan, and I nodded, turning and letting my head fall forward again as I pushed back against him, not giving two shits how slutty I must look, the way that I was presenting my hole to Tristan like a bitch in heat.

"Yours," I whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

With a growl, Tristan thrust inside of me, burying his cock all the way to the base in one aggressive motion that tore the breath out of me.

"Fuck!"

Tristan gave me no quarter. He started fucking me hard and fast, the fullness of his cock fucking delicious after the aggressive way that he'd stretched me. His fingers dug into my hips where he was holding me, and his cock slammed against my prostate with each thrust, making sparks burst to life behind my closed eyelids and tearing humiliatingly loud, shameless moans from my open mouth.

The scene that we'd been enacting faded away. I didn't care that he was supposed to be "angry" with me, that he was allegedly "reclaiming" me.

All that mattered was the way that he was fucking me, the way his cock filled me up, and the fact that I was so...fucking...close...

"Please," I gasped. "I'm gonna come. I'm so close...baby, please, I need..."

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