Page 56 of Wicked Games

This confident side of him is not what I expected, but I’m not hating it as I watch him give into his pleasure, his hips moving faster and his expression filling with desperate desire the longer we stare at each other.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” he says on a gasp, bucking his hips up so hard he lifts his ass right off the bed.

“What about me? Tell me.”

“I’m thinking about when you got me off,” he says, his face twisting up with pleasure. “How good you felt. How much I wanted it.”

“What else?”

His eyes flutter closed for a moment as he lets out a guttural moan.

“Look at me,” I say sharply.

He opens his eyes, all traces of embarrassment or hesitation gone.

“That’s it. I want to see every second of your pleasure. You know why?”

“Why?” He’s stroking himself hard and fast now, moving his hand and his hips together in a furious rhythm.

“Because it’s mine.”

He gasps, his eyes wide, then stiffens, his entire body going taut.

“Your pleasure, your orgasm, it all belongs to me.”

He shudders and lets out a desperate whine as he starts working his dick again.

“Come on, kitten. Show your big brother how good it feels. Show me what’s mine.”

His eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a choked cry as a full-body shudder rips through him.

I drop my gaze from his face to his dick as it pulses in his hand, then spurts out ropes of cum as he finally tips over the edge and crashes into his orgasm.

He hasn’t even finished shooting when I rip my pants open and pull out my dick. I’m so hard I’m aching. It isn’t going to take much to get me there.

Felix’s orgasm finally peters out, and he sits there, covered in his cum and looking so sated I have to yank my balls away from my body to try and stave off my own release.

“On your knees,” I grate out, my voice rough and raspy, like my throat and tongue are coated in sandpaper.

He doesn’t hesitate, and the eager way he immediately obeys is so hot I have to let go of my dick so I don’t come right then and there.

A memory from the night I learned he sleeps naked comes back to me, and a vision of him bent over with his perfect ass covered in my cum pops into my head.

“Turn around,” I say gruffly. “Lemme come on your ass.”

He shoots me a surprised look but spins around, getting down on his hands and knees for me.

The sight of him like that is enough to jump-start my orgasm, and I take him in, memorizing every dip and curve of his body as I stroke myself to completion.

I’ve always been an ass guy, and the sigh of his dangling dick and prominent balls should be a turn-off, but they just aren’t. Instead of being weirded out by the lack of pussy, I have the strongest desire to see him like this when he’s hard. To get him off when he’s bent over and begging me like the good little slut he is.

My orgasm tears out of me, hitting so hard I almost choke on my own cry as I shoot my load all over his perfect ass. The sounds I let out are harsh and broken, more animal than human, but that only adds to the debauchery of the situation. So do the low, needy moans coming from Felix.

The urge to claim him is still there, even after I’ve finished shooting, and I greedily rub my softening cock over him, smearing my cum into his skin. Then, just because I can, I drag my cockhead through his crease and rub my tip over his hole until the friction turns painful.

His arms are shaking as I step back and admire my handiwork. I was right. Seeing him covered in my cumishot as hell.

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