Page 48 of Deviant
“I told you last night that you’d beg for my cock. So, go ahead. Beg me to put my cock in your mouth.”
I smirk, as something darker flickers across his face.
“No.”
“Beg for my cock, cowboy. Beg, and I’ll give it to you—teach you how to take me down that pretty throat.”
Looking down I see his cock throbs against his jeans, and my cock responds immediately, straining against my pants.
“P—” He stops, and I think of ways to push, because he’s not fucking running. Not now, when he kneels so fucking pretty for me. “Please.”
Good. Now, again.
“Sorry, one more time. It’s so sweet to hear it fall from your lips.”
We lock eyes, my fingers digging into his chin.
“Please.”
As if something snaps when he says that word, his hands slide up my thighs to my belt.
Placing my hands over his, I stop him. “We do this my way, not yours. All you have to do is be a good boy and listen. Now, undo your jeans and take your cock out for me.”
He moves slowly, undoing his belt and zipper, sliding down his boxers and jeans in one fluid motion, while I undo my belt and button, sliding my zipper down and letting my cock spring free of my jeans.
My piercing catches the light, glistening, causing his eyes to widen in hesitation.
“No, don’t do that. Do not panic. You’re going to take it all and look so good doing it for me.”
Huskily, he asks, “What is that?” His hand drifts down to his own cock, jerkily stroking it, his hand sliding up and down.
“It’s a piercing, Rhett. Now, open your mouth for me, while you stroke your own cock. Keep your hands on yourself for now.”
Hesitating only for a split second, he opens his mouth.
If only everyone could see who their golden boy really is. Seeing him on his knees so willingly, frays against the restraint I’m desperately trying to exercise.
Fisting my own cock in one hand, the head shining from the pre-cum I’m already leaking, I grip his chin in the other.
“Open your mouth a little bigger—I’m not a small guy—and lay your tongue out flat.”
He obeys the command, and I guide my tip to his mouth, slapping it against his wet tongue. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity straight to my balls. Gripping my base tighter, I slide my cock into his warm mouth, stretching it wider to fit me. His nostrils flare from the intrusion and his hand works up and down his cock a little faster now.
Letting go of his chin, I run my fingers through his hair, scraping against his scalp. “That’s it, cowboy. Breathe through your nose.” He exhales heavily. “Good boy. Just like that. I’m going to push in further now. You just need to keep breathing through your nose and keep stroking that cock for me.”
I whisper praises, raking my fingers through his hair, sliding further in, trying to seat myself fully in his warm mouth.
Fuck, he feels like a dream.
The moment I hit his throat, panic flares in his eyes and he tries to pull back. Cupping the back of his neck to keep him in place, he thrashes against me.
“Breathe. You’re doing so well. You’re going to take all of me, now.”
Sliding the rest of the way in triggers his gag reflex, and I groan as he swallows around me, gagging around my cock. Tears spring in the corner of his eyes.
Fuck it. I have to ruin him.
I pull out of his mouth and he coughs, sputtering and gasping for air.
