Page 44 of Burning Obsession

I replace his hand with mine and spread his cheeks, and lean in, my tongue already out as I lick around his entrance. My tongue presses in, pushing past his resistant muscles. He squirms, moaning loudly, and I grip his hips to keep him still.

“Fuck, Jake,” he cries out.

I reach around his waist, taking hold of his hard cock, stroking it as I continue to eat his ass. He’s so turned on that I’m not fearing him taking my length any longer.

“I want your dick inside me, please,” he begs, and fuck, I want that too.

I release my hold on him and stand up, using my feet to spread his legs wider. “Step back and bend over just a little.” I run the tip of my finger around his tight hole, slowly sticking one then two fingers inside of him, scissoring them to spread him wide.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans.

“Are you ready for me? Do you want my dick, baby?”

“Yesss,” he draws out.

That's all I need. I spit into my hand and then grasp my hardness, stroking it slowly from base to tip then place my swollen head against his wet puckered hole.

“Tell me what you want, Victor.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.”

“Relax for me baby.”

I push into him slowly, filling him inch by inch until my hips meet his ass. I stay there for a moment, letting him accommodate my size as I grip his hips, my fingertips pressing firmly into his flesh.

“You feel me inside you, Victor? You’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.”

I pull back, but not completely out of him before slamming into him again. My hips move in a steady rhythm, that has us both moaning with every thrust. His hole is so tight and clamping down on my shaft. I’m not far from coming, but I want him to come again.

“Take hold of your cock and stroke it. I want you to come with me inside of you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, doing exactly like I requested like a good boy.

I thrust into him, increasing my speed, desperate for a release.

"Harder," he begs. "Please.” My sweet Victor is so needy.

“Come for me,” I growl.

The words are barely out of my mouth when he comes undone, and that’s all I need. His head falls back onto me, and I thrust harder into him. My ass clenches as I still inside of him, my orgasm taking over me. I don’t pull out of him; instead I stay firmly seated in him long after my orgasm subsides.

I kiss along his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” he says.

Then it hits me. I didn’t wear a condom. I didn’t ask him if he wanted me to. Not that I had one to put on, but if he wanted me to wear one, I wouldn’t have fucked him.

“Victor,” I say softly.

“What? Are you regretting this?” he asks in a panic.

I slowly pull out of him, my cum dripping from his ass, and I turn him around so he can face me. I lift my hand, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll never regret this. But,” I hesitate. “I didn’t wear a condom. Didn’t even ask you. I’m clean, but I can get checked if you want me to.”

“I’m clean too. And it’s okay. I trust you. Feeling you inside me, without a barrier, was amazing.”

“Good. Because we’re not done tonight. I want you again, but first I need to clean you up so you can rest." I kiss him softly on the lips, tasting myself on him then guide him over to the bed. I’ll be right back.”