Page 127 of Tangled Hearts
I snap my hips, watching my cock disappear into the wet heat of his mouth. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t gag. He’s breathing through his nose, eyes locked on me. His jaw drops, and I push further. His eyes flare for a second, but then his lashes flutter, and I can feel his throat relax. Can feel when he lets me go deeper. “My gorgeous little doll,” I groan, rocking my hips and fucking into his mouth. “Look at you. My little plaything.”
His eyes flutter closed. I drag my cock out and thrust in again. He lets out a choked noise, and I pause, but he doesn’t tap my thigh, so I do it again, watching him as his eyes start to water.
I work my cock down his throat, barely holding it together, and rub off the tears at the corner of his eye, smearing the black down his cheek. “Told you I’d mess it all up, doll.”
He moans, his throat contracting around the head of my cock. “Dolls aren’t supposed to make sounds,” I softly chide him. “Mine seems to be defective, since he keeps moaning like a cock slut.”
He moans again, the vibration working its way up my cock and settling in my balls. I push deeper, rotating my hips until my dick’s buried in his throat and his nose is pressed against my pubic bone. When I pull out, he inhales a sharp breath. “You wanted me to treat you like a toy, but you’re too needy to keep those desperate little noises inside, aren’t you?” He whimpers, blinking up at me with tear-filled eyes. I push my cock back into his mouth, groaning when I hit the back of his throat. “Jesus Christ.”
I can’t keep doing this, or I’m gonna blow, and that’s not what I want. I’m not sure it’s what he wants, either. I pull out, staring down at my cock and the string of saliva connecting to his mouth.
“So fucking pretty.”
I climb off him and strip down. I need to be inside him. Like right fucking now. When I’m naked, I lean over the bed and hook my arm around him, dragging him to the edge. He’s pliant, quite literally like a rag doll, his body loose. “Eli?”
His eyes find mine. He’s fuzzy—still alert enough to respond to me—but I think I need words. “Still okay, baby? Words, please.”
“Yes,” he rasps, voice rough and used from my cock.
I drag his soaked panties down his legs and push his legs back one at a time, exposing his pretty hole. Grabbing the lube from the end table, I slick my fingers. “I’ve gotta get you ready. Wouldn’t do me any good to damage such a pretty toy.”
I push a finger inside him, and he arches for a second before remembering what he’s supposed to be doing and stills. Fuck, why is that so hot? I curl my finger, watching as he tries to be still. To keep his face blank. He looks ruined just like I knew he would, lipstick smeared across his chin, black tracks down his cheeks. “My perfect, ruined baby. You’re so fucking good for me, huh?”
His chest heaves as he whines low in his throat. I push in a second finger, stretching him quickly. His cock jerks, leaking onto his lower stomach. His entire body trembles. I know what that means. He’s close already. Ready to blow just from my two fingers inside him. I’m not sure if it’s the way I’m using him or the way I’m talking to him, but either way, it’s obscene. “Almost there, doll. Just one more.”
I work a third finger inside him, crooking them, and pulling on his rim to get him ready. He breathes hard through his nose, face impassive, staring at the ceiling with a lust-drunk expression in his eyes.
His hole contracts around my fingers, and I pull them out, then lube up my cock and notch it against his gaping hole. I push past theresistance, groaning as he sucks me in. “Fuck, doll. You were made for this. For me. So fucking tight around me.”
His eyes dart to mine. I work myself into him slowly at first, then I pick up the pace, fucking into him hard enough that his body jerks and I have to grip his hips to hold him in place.
He’s boneless, his body pliant, and mine. “All fucking mine. Mine to do with as I please. To fuck as I please. My sweet little doll. Just a pretty hole for my cock.” He shivers, his cock bobbing. “Not yet.” I grip the base of his cock, squeezing tightly to pull him back from the edge. A whimper escapes him. Something about that gets to me. That he’s trying so hard. That he has to workthatfucking hard and he still can’t stay quiet. It’s fucking unreal.
“You feel that pressure, pretty doll? The ache? I could fuck you all night. Keep you right there. Right on the edge.” I thrust harder, picking up my pace. “I won’t, though. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve to come, don’t you?”
His eyes flutter closed, his face flushing, but he doesn’t answer.
I loosen my grip on the base of his cock, giving him a slow stroke. “Come for me, baby.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he gasps, his back arching as he comes over my fist. I grind deeper, my rhythm falling off with each pulse of his hole around my cock. I stroke him through it, my thrusts going sloppy as I lose myself in the pleasure, my knees going weak as my dick throbs and my orgasm rushes through me. I continue to grind against him, still stroking as I fill him with my cum.
He’s shaking now, his entire body trembling, his breathing out of control, and a litany of moans tearing from his throat.
I hold his softening cock in my hand, pulling out and watching my cum drip out of him.
He’s still trembling. Harder now. Almost vibrating apart with it. “Eli?”
“Yeah?” he breathes.
“Are you okay, baby?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
I turn him around, positioning him in the middle of the bed, and climb in after him. As soon as I’m beside him, he turns toward me, pressing his face against my chest. Fuck. Did I do something wrong? “Baby, look at me.” Sleepy green eyes meet mine. “Are you alright? Did we go too far?”
Eli’s lips turn up in a loopy smile. “Nope.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “You had me worried there for a second.”
