Page 10 of Be My Sinner

Completely naked, his thick, muscled form is a work of graphic and colorful art that would make the likes of Michelangelo or Agasias weep. Those fuckers never understood true perfection. They didn’t haveAbraham Mercieras a muse.

He’s all mine, though, and I will never tire of looking and appreciating his form. The two V-shaped muscular grooves on his abdomen cause my mouth to water. I move towards him, a lion stalking his prey, and watch as he licks his thick lips in anticipation. His thick, hard cock bobs against his chiseled abs, beads of precum weeping from the mushroom tip. His willingness to cause me pain while also bringing me pleasure is my addiction, one I never want to be cured of.

He loves the chase as much as I do. The violence is both a need and a soothing balm to our demonic and damaged souls. The only thing he might enjoy more is when I force him to his knees, and demand he take my cock without mercy. He is only submissive to me; everyone else will get the insufferable dominant side of him.

Lust. Depravity. Force. Sin.

Those are our love languages, and we are both fluent in them. I motion with my head for him to move forward toward the bed. We are so in tune with each other’s needs that he knows exactly what I want, without me needing to speak the words.

He bends his large body over the end of the bed. His rugged, chiseled chest meets my gray sheets, only a foot away from the bloody fingerprints of the person who could have taken my life. He spreads his legs wide, his round muscled asscheeks in the air, clenching. The muscles in his back ripple with tension, ready and waiting for my touch. He is so tempting and sexy like this; submissive, spread wide, and awaiting my cock, filling him to the brink.

I move to my dresser, grab the bottle of lube from the top drawer, and shed my shorts. As much as I crave violence right now and maybe even blood. I don’t really want to tear my favorite hole. I want to ravage him, leave my marks across the perfection of his skin and have him swallow my cum, but not break my treasured toy.

I grab the belt from yesterday’s pants and my shirt off the floor and approach his straining, muscular form. I watch as he slowly thrusts his cock against my sheets, looking for friction as he clenches his ass in eagerness and need.Fuck, I wish we had more time.He would look beautiful with a few lashes from my belt across all that gorgeous inked, deep, golden skin. My hand clenches tightly on the belt, knowing I will have to hold back on my desires.

I yank one of his arms back behind him and then the other one, wrapping the belt above his elbows and tightening the leather firmly until his shoulders are pulled together. His harsh breathing is loud in the air as he gets worked up, knowing that I am not going to be gentle with him.

I kick his legs further apart before reaching over his head and tying my shirt around his mouth to the back of his head, gagging him with it and filling that sweet mouth with the taste of cloth permeated with my scent. He moans deeply into the fabric, as he turns to stare back at me, his eyes the rich, captivating hue of warm tones of honey, wide and filled with lust.

He grinds harder into the bed, turned on, his hips rising and falling and giving me a perfect view of his large, engorged cock. I can see the precum from his tip leaving wet spots on my linens. I lick my lips, needing a taste of his salty goodness. My hand trails down the middle of his back, each bump of his spine making contact with my fingers as I reach the top of his firm ass. I use both my hands to squeeze his asscheeks before parting them and bending down to my knees behind him. He is the only person breathing that I would get on my knees for.

A groan leaves his lips, muzzled by the gag. I lean forward and bite down on his left cheek, the sting of my teeth making him grunt and his arms pull on the tightly wrapped leather constraint. He buries his face in my sheets as I let my tongue trace the teeth marks on his golden tattooed skin.Perfection.

Even his ass is a work of tattooed art, with swirls and lines meeting in intricate patterns. I move onto his right cheek, biting harder until his breath stutters. I draw back and see that my canines have made him bleed as he grinds forcefully into my bed. I lap up the small drop of blood, his taste hitting my senses and making me groan.

As much as I would like to spend all day savoring his taste and every inch of his delectable skin, we are on borrowed time before someone in this godforsaken house comes looking for us. My need to ride him hard and dirty is prominent; the rest will have to wait. My tongue snakes out and licks between his cheeks, over his tight hole that clenches at the feel of my warm mouth. I lick down his perineum, nipping with my teeth as I go until I reach his thick testicles, hanging heavy and swollen with the need to release their contents.

I suck one into my mouth and roll it with my tongue, letting saliva coat and drip from it before allowing it to pop out of my mouth, and hit my chin with its weight, before doing the same to the other. I stand back up as Abe thrashes below me; his need is palpable in the air around us. I grab the bottle of lube from next to him and let some drip down his clenched cheeks, coating his ass hole and pouring some over my thick length. My fingers stroke over my long shaft and squeeze down tightly on my pierced cock head. I swallow the moan that wants to leave my lips as I rise back to my feet.

I don’t give him any warning, no soft caresses, no stretching him until he’s ready, or softly spoken words of love, before I slam into his hole without mercy. Breaching the thick ring of muscle and diving in deep until my long, wide length is wholly encased inside of him. My balls tighten at the instant heat and the sensation of him gripping me in a vice grip.

Abe’s muffled screams rent the air around us, his body trying to fight my intrusion and push me back out, as his upper body lifts off the bed and hovers, all his stomach muscles taut. His rigid abs make my mouth water as I trail fingers across their firm staircase of flesh. Later, I plan to run my tongue down each and every groove, licking his taste and savoring him.

“You will take all of me, hard and fast. I plan to stretch your tight hole and fill you with my cum. You will take all of it like the cum dumpster you are for me. Maybe, if you’re a good little demon, I might even let you come.”

I pound into him with relentless abandon. My thrusts are forceful and move him along the bed’s surface, unable to stop his forward momentum before I drag him back onto my cock. The only sounds in the air around us are Abe’s gagged moans, and the sound of skin slapping skin—asymphony of sins for our ears.

I press the palm of my large hand into the back of his head, pushing his face firmly into the sheets, using my grip to deprive him of the air that he only breathes for me.He is mine.His body, mind, air he breathes, and, more importantly, his dark, depraved soul. Everything about Abraham Mercier belongs to me, and I will take all I desire from him, even if that means his life.

With a few more thrusts, my spine tingles, and heat soars across my tight skin. My vision starts to blur at the edges, darkness threatening to take my sight. The orgasm races through me, merciless and demanding to have me roaring out my satisfaction and promising to rip my heart out of my chest with how frantically it’s beating. I cum in long, thick spurts into his clenching ass, the warm, tight embrace siphoning all my goodness out of my spasming dick.

I thrust hard one last time, my body completely flush, and bowed against his. His sweat meets my own as I reach up, release the shirt’s knot, and force his mouth to meet mine. His tongue slips into my mouth and thrusts in and out just like my cock did inside of his ass.Fuck, so good.He always tastes so good. I can never get enough of him.

I break the kiss and pull back, lifting myself off his back with my crushing weight and pulling out of his ass. My cock bobs before me, still hard and wanting another round. I watch as he pushes some of the cum out, and it trickles down his crack.Naughty fuck. He knows I want him to wear my load all day. I catch my cum on my two fingers and slip them back inside of his ass, fucking him with my fingers until a pained moan releases from his lips, and I know he just came against my sheets.

I grab the belt and pull him off the bed savagely, forcing him to his knees before me, his hands still tied behind his back, his muscles tense and straining. My hard cock thrusts into his open mouth and to the back of his throat, closing off his airway with my length and thickness. “Suck and clean your ass off my cock, my little demon. You were a naughty fuck and came without my permission.”

His bright amber eyes meet mine from his knees, sparkling with satisfaction and humor. His lips curl up on either side of my cock, and he sucks with enthusiasm. His head bobs back and forth, taking me to the back of his throat over and over, until I can feel the stirrings of another orgasm speeding its way like a freight train down my body. My hands find their way into his thick, wavy hair, and I pull on the strands, forcing his head to stop moving and taking over the thrusting down his throat.

I fuck his face hard like the animal that I am, while his groans vibrate against my length. Encouraging me to use him, to make him my demon.My sinner. My toy.

Two more thrusts, and I’m emptying down his tight throat as he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, and his tongue licks the underside of my cock. My balls tighten painfully as the last ropes of cum leave my swollen head, and he swallows every drop. A moan barrels up my chest and escapes my mouth before I can stop it. His eyes sparkle, and the fucker wags his brows at me as he continues to lick my cock.

I release my grasp on his hair and pull back, slapping his cheek hard, before bending down and kissing him, my taste mixed with his meeting my lips, and making me groan.Fuck. I wish we had more time. I wish we could stay like this forever.I hate this fucking world our fathers and grandfathers have made that would deny us our freedom.

“So, bleach?” He huffs out a deep breath, still on his knees, with cum and saliva still coating his chin and neck, and nods towards the wall. Turning his back so I can untie his arms and release him from my constraint, he flexes his large arms, forcing the blood to circulate once again. I guess I tied it tighter than I thought.He’s a big demon; he can take it.

“Might work; otherwise, we will have to do some fucking spray painting real quick. Do you still have any of those cans left from when we used to tag the buildings?” The minute the words leave my mouth, my stomach sinks. His expression turns from heated to cool, and then it’s like a thick blanket of sadness lands on his broad shoulders.

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