Page 28 of Playing With My Fire

He nods into me. “Very much, sir.”

With my free hand, I jerk him, harder than myself until he’s crying out yet again. “Please sir, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“You better,” I growl into his neck before pulling away.

I focus on his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth mesmerized as it moves like waves over his thick length until I pull it all forward, stretching the skin further until an inch or two surpasses his crown before pushing it back. I do it a few more times stretching him a little more as he cries out again and again for mercy I never show him.

Only when his voice reaches a fever pitch do I place the tip of my crown against his and pull his skin forward until it covers almost half of my length. I suck in a breath at the strange, yet satisfying, sensation. The ripples it creates plus the pressure of our sensitive tips pushing together drives me right to the precipice.

“Oh fuck, baby, you see that? We’re one now.”

He looks down and gasps. “Holy shit, that’s amazing, sir.”

“Feels even better.”

He nods. “It does, please don’t stop.”

I lean in and take his mouth with mine. Our tongues explore while I pump our dicks as one. The pressure, the warmth, and all the prickly sensations have my balls drawing tight to my base until I know it’s only a matter of time before I blow and finally put my boy out of his misery.

I wrench my mouth away, and he whines until I say, “You’re free to come now.”

Our mouths crash back together, tongues fucking as adamantly as I jerk us with my hand. I reach down with my other hand to cradle his balls, squeezing in pulses until he begins spurting.

“Yes! Thank you, sir!”

“Fuck me! That’s intense.”

His ejaculation makes us so slick, it’s even easier to slide his skin back and forth. I know how sensitive it is after you come, but even more so with the steady pressure on his tip and his skin continually moving as I race to my own finish.

“Oh fuck me, sir, it’s too much,” he begs.

I ignore him, too intent on finding my release until he’s sobbing and screaming by the time I shoot rope after rope of cum into the sleeve of his skin.

Even after I pull away, I can’t help but continue to move the skin back and forth, watching the cum squelch free and drop to the floor no matter how much his tortured voice cries for me to stop.

“Please sir, please! It hurts!”

Eventually, I take mercy on him.

I make quick work of his restraints. Once he’s free, he falls into my arms, but I catch him easily. I pull his pants up and buckle them before I lift him like a bride and carry him to my truck.

“Where are we going?”

I turn a big grin his way. “I’m gonna take you home and clean you up.”

He leans back in sheer relief. “That’s nice. Thank you, sir. For everything.”

I palm his cheek and rub my thumb over his bottom lip affectionately. “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

Chapter Eleven

? Sakura ?

I eventually discovered the kind of top Estrella is. After losing myself down that rabbit hole of anal play after witnessing extreme gay porn, I finally stumbled upon a video of a woman dressed in the tightest corset that cinched her waist so tight, I was sure I could wrap my small hands around her and the tips of my fingers would have no trouble connecting.

Her face hid behind a shiny black kitty mask, and in her hand, she wielded a gigantic paddle. I soon understood why she held that paddle when I saw a girl trussed up tighter than a thanksgiving turkey and her ass a blazing red. I watched intently as the magnificent woman lay into the girl with repeated smacks of the paddle. The sound of wood hitting flesh mixed with the screams of mewling moans from the girl echoed around my head.

I snap my laptop shut feeling overwhelmed as I try to wrap my head around why someone would want to be beaten. Memories invade my head little by little, recalling the times I’ve hurt myself when my parents infuriate me. Which is more often than I’d like to admit.

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