Page 68 of Burning Obsession

“I need you naked,” he mumbles into my mouth.

“And I need you on the bed. Now.” He pulls away from me to say, both of us breathless.

I quickly remove my shirt, Victor doing the same. I step into him, gripping his waist, urging him to step backward until we hit the bed. I push him down so that he’s sitting, my tongue gliding over my lip as I gaze at him with hunger.

I unbutton my pants with ease, taking hold of the zipper, sliding it down. My eyes flick down to Victor’s lap, seeing the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants.

“Look at you so hungry for my cock.”

Victor moans as I slide my finger under the edge of my pants and boxers, sliding them down at the same time. When they hit the floor, I carefully step out of them, kicking them to the side.

“I need you inside of me,” Victor moans, his voice low and desperate. It’s fucking intoxicating.

“Pants off now.” I order as I step over to my still unpacked suitcase and open it. Inside is some lube that I packed just in case things went well. Thank God they did.

I keep glancing over out of the corner of my eye, watching Victor remove his clothing. My eyes soak in all the hard lines of his body. My eyes land on his hard cock, already leaking precum.

“Get on the bed in the middle and lay down on your back.” My hand grips my cock, slowly rubbing it from base to tip, squeezing lightly.

He does just as I say and I love it. I walk toward the bed, lube in one hand, cock in the other. Placing a knee on the mattress, it dips under my weight and I crawl between Victor’s legs. I drop the lube and it lands right beside his hips on the blanket.

I place my hands on the mattress, my body suspended above his, my dick pressed against his. “I forgot how perfect you look, what it feels like to have you like this.”

I lower my head, peppering kisses along the side of his face, down his neck, my body crawling backward the lower I go. When I get to his stomach, I take my time, teasing lazy circles with my tongue. He squirms beneath me, his hips lifting up, pressing his manhood into me.

All I can think about is tasting him. I move lower, until I’m face to face with his dick. Taking hold of it, I drag my tongue along the underside before taking his length into my mouth. Victor groans, his hips bucking upward, pushing him deeper into my throat.

I don’t waste time; I suck him like he’s a fucking popsicle with a toy hidden inside.

“Fuck, Jake, I’m not going to last. I’m going to come.”

That’s exactly what I want him to do. I want to swallow him whole, consume him, committing what he tastes like to memory to make sure I never let him walk away again.

“Oh Gooooddd,” he growls out as he shoots ropes of warm cum down my throat. I don’t stop; I keep going until I’ve sucked him dry. He’s delicious.

“Your mouth is amazing, Jake,” he moans.

“My cock is even better,” I remind him, popping my mouth off his cock. “On your knees, baby.” I sit up, giving him space to move. Victor does just as I say, getting onto his knees, his head down and ass on full display for me. It’s like he’s presenting it to me on a silver platter. I pick up the lube, opening and placing some in my hand. I rub it along my shaft before adding more to his tight ass, running it along his tight ring of muscle.

I tease at his hole, letting the tip of my finger press deeper inside of him, as Victor pushes back against it, helping me to enter him further. He’s my perfect needy little slut.

“Put another one in,” Victor says, his cheek pressed against the pillow as his hands grip the blanket.

What my baby wants, he gets. I add another finger, scissoring them inside of him, stretching him so that he can take my cock. Then I add another, making sure to hit the male G-spot, causing his body to jerk beneath me as he moans out in pleasure, as I thrust them in and out at a steady pace.

“Are you ready for my cock, baby? Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”

“Yes, pleassseee,” he mewls. “Fuck me.”

I pull out my fingers, putting the head of my cock at his entrance and push in slowly. My thick length stretches his hole wider than my fingers had. Victor’s clutch on the blanket becomes tighter. I sink into him deeper until my balls rest against his flesh.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, my hands taking hold of his hips, gripping him so tightly I’m sure when we’re done he’ll have mooncrest indentations in his skin.

My hips begin to buck, thrusting in and out of him in a steady rhythm, with Victor pushing back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke.

“Harder,” Victor begs.

And I give him just what he wants. I’m fucking him so hard I’m sure the people in the next room can hear us, masturbating to our lovemaking because they’re so turned on.