Page 29 of Confession
His moan has me closing my eyes and pushing deeper. I stroke inside him, exploring, testing, hunting.
“Fuck!” he barks, body jerking when I find it. His hands fist on the sheet. I stroke again to to make sure I get it. He spasms.
“Mmm,” I hum, pulling my finger free. “I like that.”
He starts to lift up, so I smash his head down again. I snatch up the toy and lube it, working quickly before I lose Quinn’s compliance.
Pinning his head down, I set the toy to his hole and push in the first few beads. When he cries out, I slow down and watch, fascinated, as his hole stretches to take each new bead. I drag it back out before reaching the final beads, then I push it in again. His moan is deliciously filthy.
“You’re making me leak so bad,” I tell him, my voice rasping.
He fights against my hand to look back. I let him, but his eyes slam shut as I force the last beads into him. Leaving the toy inside him, I grab hold of his body and flip him onto his back. It startles him and he starts fighting me as I wrestle him down.
“Take it easy,” I tell him as he strains and shudders. Every movement he makes must have the toy rubbing inside him. “I just need to look at you.”
Quinn scowls, not liking that.
“I know,” I chuckle. “You hate being the center of attention, but you’re gonna have to get used to it.”
He’s breathing hard but doesn’t say anything—until I wrap my slick hand around his cock.
“Fuck!” He arches up, which shifts the toy inside him. God, the thought of that turns me on, as does the feel of his bare cock in my hand. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever touched. And the way he moans … I love it.
I release his cock to push his legs up and pull the toy from his ass. By the time I get my cock lubed, Quinn has figured out that I intend to fuck him like this, face to face—and he doesnotlike that.
I move fast, but I still have to wrestle him down. My temper is flaring by the time I get my cock lined up with his hole.
“Vitali, that’s not what I—fuck! Fuck!”
I force my way into him. He’s still tight despite the prep because he’s fighting me, so I grab his throat. He lets out a strangled cry, but he starts to relax and open.
I’m trembling by the time my pelvis hits his ass. The sensation isintense, and the thrill of dominating his powerful body has my blood pumping.
I keep my hand on his throat as I start to fuck him. I watch his cock, stiff and flushed, leaking against his tight, muscled abdomen. I wish I had more hands so I could touch him, but all I can do is watch as I thrust hard into his ass.
I lift my eyes to his face. He’s so angry with me—and I think he loves that he’s angry with me. His teeth are gritted and he’s panting against the constriction at his throat. A tear leaks from the corner of his eye. When I release his throat to brush it away, he fucking loses it.
This is why I needed his compliance on the safe word. I knew, I fuckingknew, we were going here. I knew I would trigger him, and I knew he would trigger me.
He shouts and knocks my hand away. He twists and writhes under me as I try to wrestle him down. When I pull out of him, he gets worse. My temper is flaring hot, and I get rough and forceful as I flip him onto his stomach. I yank his hips up and shove my cock back into him, furious that he’s getting his way.
This is what he wanted, for me to fuck him like this. I smash his head down and force his legs wider so I can I rut him deeper.
“Is that what you want?” I demand. “Me fucking you into the bed like a whore? Answer me!” I pull out of him abruptly and slap his ass.
He cries out but doesn’t answer. I reach between his legs and grab his stiff cock, pulling backwards. He pulses and leaks in my hand. I squeeze him hard and let go. His cock swings forward to smack his belly.
“What do you want?” I demand, slapping him again. “Tell me!”
“Fuck me! God, just fuck me!”
With a roar of frustration and pure, unbridled lust, I shove back into him. I wrap one arm around his torso, hooking my hand at his shoulder. Then I give him what he wants.
My pelvis smacks rhythmically against his ass and my balls slap forward against his taint. The harder I rut him, the better he takes it. He gives himself to it, fisting the sheets and pushing back against me.
My teeth are gritted. My body is coiled tight. My balls are swollen. I have never needed to come so bad. But I can’t because everything feels so good and I refuse to let it go.
But then Quinn screams and seizes on me, strangling my dick and thrashing under me, and my control snaps. I jack forward as my orgasm tears through me. My cock kicks, releasing deep inside him as I strain against his ass.
