Page 51 of Pragma
He smirks. White-ish slick pours from his hole, making my sated dick twitch painfully. The sight almost makes me roar with smugness. I made him like this.
I seize him around the waist, flipping him over, and force him back over my arm to take his mouth ruthlessly, swallowing his cry of surprise. Aki melts into my arms for a moment, lips parting under my assault. My hand moves on his ass, sliding a finger on his crack to feel the wetness there. Then his teeth diginto my lip, and one leg comes up to wrap around me and reel me in closer, between his thighs. I feel his erection against my leg, and the desire to have him inside my mouth comes up again.
“Hop on the table,” I order him, pulling back.
He raises a brow at me, but does what I say. I like the obedient Aki.
“Are you sore?” He doesn’t look in pain, but he should use some soothing cream later.
“Who wouldn’t be after taking the whole elephant’s junk?” He winks smugly.
“Again with the Dumbo absurdity?” He’s ridiculous.
He’s sitting, leaning back on his arms, palms flat on the table. All welcoming and hot.
“Dumbo is only a child. I compared your giant cock to his dad’s. Get your facts straight.”
I suck his tongue to shut him up before kneeling down on the floor and doing the same to his cock.
“Oh fuck!” he gasps.
The taste of his jizz makes me groan as I easily take him down my throat. He hisses. His fingers suddenly tear out my ponytail holder, and he tosses it aside, forcing the long tresses down over my shoulders, just to get a handful to guide my mouth.
My eyes focus on his parted lips and reverent gaze as he keeps bobbing my head. He can’t seem to stay submissive for too long, his bossy-self fights to emerge. The feel of his palm cupping my left side makes me tighten my throat around him, as I remember just now about my scars. I usually don’t take my clothes off andtry to keep my hair down when I hook up with someone. But Aki has the ability to make me forget about everything else.
I twist my tongue around the tip every time he pulls out and then flatten it to stroke the underside of his length when he thrusts back in.
“Damn, River. How are you so good at this?” His grip on my hair tightens, and I see a gleam of annoyance in his eyes.
My hand goes between his legs to massage his balls, while the other moves up his torso to his nipple, flicking the bud, pinching it, rolling it between my fingers. His breaths turn ragged, his thrusts desperate until he screams my name and then comes over my tongue. I gulp all of it down, sucking harder on the head to draw more out. When he stops trembling, I lap at his dick until it’s clean. Those fingers in my hair have turned gentle, massaging my scalp deliciously. I place my face on his thigh for a moment, and he starts caressing my cheek.
“These crotchless panties are…interesting.” I pull on the lace.
He gives me a lazy smile. “I bought them from your brother’s website,” he reveals, arching toward the ceiling to put them on display even more.
“What?” Joel’s?
“Yep. Yourlil’ brohas a knack for men’s panties,” he adds.
I thought Joel only personalized pieces. I had no idea he also sold this kind of lingerie.
“He certainly does.” This pair looks fucking sexy on Aki.
I stand up and tuck my half-mast cock inside my pants before lifting Aki in my arms bridal style.
“Where are you taking me?” He lets his head fall back, arms dropping down, deadweight style. The fucker.
“To bed.”
I walk into my bedroom and toss him unceremoniously on the mattress before going into the bathroom. When I come out, I have the soothing cream in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. Aki is flailing his arms and legs, as if he’s trying to make a snow angel on my sheets.
“Here,” I throw him the cream. He catches it, and after looking at it, he tosses it back to me and turns on his belly.
“You do it! My hour of slaving has passed. It’s back to reality, my bunny.”
I’m not going to dignify him with a reply. I’m about to turn around and leave to take a shower when he spreads his ass cheeks to give me a better look at his hole. Hell, but it’s pretty. How can a hole be pretty? I don’t fucking know, but Aki’s is.
Sighing my surrender, I sit on the bed and use the cloth to clean my cum off his thighs and crack. This position is damn erotic. I quickly feel the urge to dirty him up again; I like to see him covered in my seed or sporting my mark—the one I made on his neck is turning dark purple. For once, I’m not the only one. He always leaves teeth marks on me—my cheek, fingers, and pecs are his favorite biting places—tonight my forearm as well.
