Page 35 of A Voice In Chains
He shudders, pushing back against my deep thrusts. We’re not exactly quiet, and if my parents walked upstairs now, they could hear us. The thought arouses me more.
My forehead drops onto his shoulder. God, he’s so warm and tight, just fucking perfect, with all those hard muscles andmasculine scent. He’s big. And strong. More importantly, he’s letting me do this.
It’s not like it is with women. Arkin could easily overpower me and take control, but he’s willingly submitting.
“Fuck!” I groan, hips stuttering. “You want my cum in you?” Before he can respond, I release his mouth to pull on his hair instead. “I want to come inside you so fucking badly, Ark. Please tell me you want me to fill you up.”
Another nod. I crave to hear his voice.
Maybe that’s why I reach around to stroke his massive cock because it draws those sweet, sweet sounds of pleasure out of him.
And he sounds so damn delicious when I touch him.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby?”
The second he nods, I shift away, tossing him on the bed.
His dark eyes widen as I climb on after him, crawling between his legs until his cock is by my face.
A bead of pre-cum slides down the thick length, so I lap it up, savoring his taste. Pushing up on his elbows, Arkin watches me swirl my tongue over his crown, but his head soon drops back with a groan.
Maybe it’s weird of me to fixate on his elongating throat, but when his Adam’s apple jumps, I go fucking feral.
Crawling up his body, I push him onto his back by his throat, reaching down to align my cock with his tight opening.
His lips part, and I push inside him until I’m so deep I barely know where I end and he begins.
With his throat gripped in my hand, I fuck him into the mattress while my balls slap against his ass and his dick leaks pre-cum on his stomach.
It’s mesmerizing how hard he is for me. I like it a lot. I like it so much, in fact, I wish we could stay in bed and fuck all the time.
Who needs sustenance?
I touch his dick, and a delicious sound rumbles in his chest as he arches his back.
“Arkin…” I moan his name, grabbing hold of the headboard.
My cock rams inside him harder and deeper until I’m ready to bust a nut in his ass.
Sweat trickles down my chest as my trembling fingers dig into the headboard, and I hold on to it so hard that my knuckles turn white.
“Come for me, sexy,” I urge as I shift his T-shirt out of the way of his abs so he doesn’t soak it in cum, not knowing where these praises are coming from.
I’m supposed to hate him. But now, as he gazes up at me with so much emotion in his eyes, it’s very fucking hard to drag up the dislike I usually feel for him.
He fucked my girlfriend.
I chant it in my head.
He fucked my girlfriend. He fucked my girlfriend. He fucked my girlfriend.
I don’t give a shit.
“Oh, fuck.” I suck in a breath.
Jeez… It feels so unbelievably good. I never knew sex could be like this.
Hand on the headboard, I press my forehead to his and chant his name like a fucking prayer, saying all sorts of crazy shit, like how tight he is, and how good he feels, and that I can’t wait to pump him full of cum.
