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let the flogger trail over his bound lover’s heated flesh. He followed the rise and fall of Malachi’s broad shoulders as they tapered to his waist and rose to form an ass so perfect it made Demon’s mouth water.
He clenched his hand harder around the handle to still the telltale tremors. “I’m going to do the same to you.”
Malachi flinched when the tails slapped sharply across his skin, but it wasn’t in pain. The movement caused him to thrust into the slick tube nestled around his penis. It stroked him again and again as Demon applied the flogger to the sensitive skin of his upper thighs.
A red flush tinted Malachi’s skin. Demon smoothed his hand over the marks and set the flogger aside. He continued to stroke his lover. He spread Malachi’s muscular cheeks to expose his anal entrance. The sharp inhale told him Malachi was more than ready.
Demon stripped out of his jeans, welcoming the chill air. His dick bounced against his belly, and he bit back a hiss. Control wasn’t a game to him. It was the essence of his being. Yet the memory of Selena teased him with her presence, sending him closer to the edge than he’d ever been.
It wasn’t a bad thing.
He straddled Malachi on the table. Caressing his lover, Demon dispensed a good amount of lube onto his uncircumcised cock. The frigid liquid did nothing to lower his internal temperature.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Demon murmured. “Every motion I make will send you deep into that pussy. This is what it would be like if the two of us added a woman to our play.”
He fit the head of his cock against Malachi’s tight ass. The feel of his sensitive foreskin tunneling past the thick ring of muscle in his lover’s anal passage was sheer heaven. Demon angled his hips and plunged deep inside the tight heat. Below him, he felt Malachi do the same.
Pleasure eroded rational thought, and Demon slipped the leash on his need. Closing his eyes, he savored Malachi’s intense enjoyment. Fucking this beautiful man was perfect every time. There was no need to be careful with Malachi. The big man took everything Demon gave and more.
The rush of a building orgasm clawed at Demon’s heightened senses. He embraced it, channeling the energy into the long strokes he leveled into Malachi’s ass.
Demon pressed his chest to Malachi’s back, their sweat mingling. “You’re going to ejaculate inside that pussy.”
“Sir?”
It was the closest thing to argument Malachi would ever give, and Demon knew why. “Not everything is a trap, you big, beautiful bastard. If you can’t trust that, then trust me. I’ll never steer you wrong.”
Malachi jerked beneath him, and Demon knew his lover was fighting a war inside his head. Demon ground against him, pushing the tip of his cock against his lover’s sweet spot. Malachi shuddered, unable to hold back.
“Let go, Malachi. I’ll catch you.”
Malachi’s ass clenched tight around Demon’s cock as his orgasm ripped through his body. Demon could sense the semen pouring from his lover into the soft embrace of the synthetic pussy.
The slice of Demon’s brain still coherent in the maelstrom of pleasure wondered how much more incredible it would be to experience a woman in the throes of climax, her legs wrapping about them both as she screamed her pleasure and soared.
The image sent Demon over the edge. He convulsed, his fingers digging into Malachi’s shoulders as he ejaculated a pulsing stream of cum into his lover’s ass. He strained for the full range of his release. Something unexpected held him back from his full completion as if they were missing a third party in their love play. The whisper of thought told him things would never again be the same.
Chapter Seven
Selena twisted sideways in an effort to get her shoulders past the stack of designer suitcases in the back corner of her closet. She distinctly remembered stuffing her dance bag somewhere in this vicinity when she’d abruptly stopped going to class. She
He clenched his hand harder around the handle to still the telltale tremors. “I’m going to do the same to you.”
Malachi flinched when the tails slapped sharply across his skin, but it wasn’t in pain. The movement caused him to thrust into the slick tube nestled around his penis. It stroked him again and again as Demon applied the flogger to the sensitive skin of his upper thighs.
A red flush tinted Malachi’s skin. Demon smoothed his hand over the marks and set the flogger aside. He continued to stroke his lover. He spread Malachi’s muscular cheeks to expose his anal entrance. The sharp inhale told him Malachi was more than ready.
Demon stripped out of his jeans, welcoming the chill air. His dick bounced against his belly, and he bit back a hiss. Control wasn’t a game to him. It was the essence of his being. Yet the memory of Selena teased him with her presence, sending him closer to the edge than he’d ever been.
It wasn’t a bad thing.
He straddled Malachi on the table. Caressing his lover, Demon dispensed a good amount of lube onto his uncircumcised cock. The frigid liquid did nothing to lower his internal temperature.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Demon murmured. “Every motion I make will send you deep into that pussy. This is what it would be like if the two of us added a woman to our play.”
He fit the head of his cock against Malachi’s tight ass. The feel of his sensitive foreskin tunneling past the thick ring of muscle in his lover’s anal passage was sheer heaven. Demon angled his hips and plunged deep inside the tight heat. Below him, he felt Malachi do the same.
Pleasure eroded rational thought, and Demon slipped the leash on his need. Closing his eyes, he savored Malachi’s intense enjoyment. Fucking this beautiful man was perfect every time. There was no need to be careful with Malachi. The big man took everything Demon gave and more.
The rush of a building orgasm clawed at Demon’s heightened senses. He embraced it, channeling the energy into the long strokes he leveled into Malachi’s ass.
Demon pressed his chest to Malachi’s back, their sweat mingling. “You’re going to ejaculate inside that pussy.”
“Sir?”
It was the closest thing to argument Malachi would ever give, and Demon knew why. “Not everything is a trap, you big, beautiful bastard. If you can’t trust that, then trust me. I’ll never steer you wrong.”
Malachi jerked beneath him, and Demon knew his lover was fighting a war inside his head. Demon ground against him, pushing the tip of his cock against his lover’s sweet spot. Malachi shuddered, unable to hold back.
“Let go, Malachi. I’ll catch you.”
Malachi’s ass clenched tight around Demon’s cock as his orgasm ripped through his body. Demon could sense the semen pouring from his lover into the soft embrace of the synthetic pussy.
The slice of Demon’s brain still coherent in the maelstrom of pleasure wondered how much more incredible it would be to experience a woman in the throes of climax, her legs wrapping about them both as she screamed her pleasure and soared.
The image sent Demon over the edge. He convulsed, his fingers digging into Malachi’s shoulders as he ejaculated a pulsing stream of cum into his lover’s ass. He strained for the full range of his release. Something unexpected held him back from his full completion as if they were missing a third party in their love play. The whisper of thought told him things would never again be the same.
Chapter Seven
Selena twisted sideways in an effort to get her shoulders past the stack of designer suitcases in the back corner of her closet. She distinctly remembered stuffing her dance bag somewhere in this vicinity when she’d abruptly stopped going to class. She
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