Page 36 of Pragma
I wish I could actually see it.
His hips keep moving on top of me, stroking his stiff, thong-clad cock over my waistcoat as he thrusts the wooden handle inside himself.
“If I can’t have you fucking me…something of yours has to take that place,” he moans.Something of mine.
His sultry words are a possessive caress along my back, they make me weak in the legs, but stronger within. His little whimpers, the sweet, sweaty smell of his skin, his hot lips on my face, the bulge of his cock covered in satin. I let out a deep growl as I grab a handful of ass cheek, while the other takes the knife from his fingers, pushing the handle almost all the way in and then pulling it out.
Careful not to hurt him, my hand covers the blade, it bites into my palm, but I don’t care. I keep fucking him with it because only his lust-filled eyes and parted lips matter right now.
His fingers fumble with my waistcoat’s buttons, and then grab and claw at my Henley, yanking the fabric up over my pecs and making him whine when it falls down again. A flash of determination lightens his eyes before he grips the thermal collar with both hands and rips it. As soon as my chest is on display, his palms start stroking it incessantly, as if the feeling of my mostly uneven skin is the best thing he has ever touched.
“I wanna see your bumpy cock.” Those brown pools flare when his gaze locks onto my stiffening erection outlined by my pants. He doesn’t seem able to tear his eyes away when I start unbuttoning. My bare cock reacts to his moan of appreciation, giving a jerk as it fills rapidly all the way.
I slow the pumping of his hole as soon as I feel his hand wrap around me. His fingers move over the beads, massaging my length and making me see stars.
“My nipples are nice and perky for you, don’t you want to suck on them, sir?” I look at them. I can see the pointy buds pushing against the shirt.
Even though I’m the sir here, he is the one with the real power. He’s the one drawing the limits, while expecting me to take care of him the way he likes. Aki knows he can make me do whatever he wants, even though I look like the one in command. And I will as long as I can be with him.
I lower my head and suck on his left nipple through the fabric, quickly turning it see-through. I go to work on the other, biting, nipping, pulling on the bud until he cries and squirms. Aki lookseven more debauched like this than naked, covered in my spit. The shirt is all wrinkled, I tore a couple of buttons without even realizing it. Those dark nipples. Standing out. His legs open wide over mine, ass spread, cock half out his thong.
His fingers are still working on my dripping dick, stroking it with confident pumps. A sudden thought hits me. Am I having one of my filthy dreams? If that is the case, I need to dare more.
“Stroke your cock too. I want to see you touching yourself, now.” I’ve imagined him jerking off in front of me a million times. Would reality be better?
“What will I get in return?” He moans, enjoying the slow way I’m still driving the small handle inside him. I like to see him begging, struggling to reach his pleasure.
“My cock,” I offer.
As soon as my words register, he pushes the thong down over his balls and wraps trembling fingers around his shaft and very carefully drags them up the length and then down, moving the foreskin and showing the pink, mushroom-shaped tip. I’m surprised by this display of obedience. But I can see how dangerously close he is to coming. His slit is dripping precum, and his hips keep rocking frantically.
“You get so fucking wet,” I state, loving how responsive he is.
His hands tighten around my cock, making me grit my teeth.
“You have no idea…sir. My hole is soaked. If only this knife was your cock, you’d feel how hard I’m sucking the whole thick length every time it slides inside, and how tightly I try to keep it in me when you pull it out. Squeezing around it, having all thatstiffness filling me. Fucking me. So. Good. I’m gonna milk your dick just as good.”
Goddammit, his slutty dirty talk is driving me fucking insane. I’m going to nut in his hand if he doesn’t shut up. I grab his nape and crush his mouth to mine. Cinnamon and sex. Aki’s flavor is the most decadent treat; I can’t help myself from craving it. His taste is already imprinted inside my head.
Feeling his warm, starved tongue battling with mine works like an aphrodisiac. I slowly pull the knife handle out and drop it on the car floor, ignoring his loud moan of protest. My bleeding hand leaves a smear on his skin as I grab his side. I don’t even feel the sting of the cut, because I like such a primal mark on him, made with blood and sweat.
“Wanna be my fuck doll?” I growl against his lips.
His eyes gleam. I see the flames burning there as I echo the words of that fucker he turned unconscious. I’m not trying to anger him, but I love when he gets all feisty.
He gives me a smile filled with mischief and threatening intentions. I fucking love that smile. “After you play with me once, you won’t be able to be with any other doll.”
I already know that. I widen my legs, forcing him to spread his thighs further on top of me and grab hold of his thong, pulling it to one side.
“No need to tell me that,” I reply as I wedge the thick, hard length of my cock against his well-stretched, wet hole, and slick it with lube before trapping it there with my hand. I rock my hips slowly, using his body and my palm to get myself off.
My cockhead is sliding smoothly over the crack of his ass and then brushes against his soft pucker with each thrust I give, making Aki turn crazy on top of me. He’s trying to swallow the tip inside every time it bumps against his entrance. And fuck, if I don’t want that, but feeling him desperate for it, twisting and whimpering on top of me while sucking aggressively on my tongue and biting my lips, is fucking heaven.
His muffled cries, his warm body, his scent surrounding me, I could come just like this. I’m thinking of nutting all over his nipples when Aki grabs my hand and starts licking the blood clean. Lusty eyes fuse with mine. Slutty tongue lapping noisily. My dick throbs and gets caught in his pucker, making Aki gasp again.
“Your hole is begging me to hurry up and stuff it full,” I grunt.
Hearing him whimper is fucking gold, especially when he adds a, “Just do it! Fuck me, sir. Put that alien, juicy cock inside me!” His mellifluous voice has turned so damn hungry for me.
