an orgasm. Vegas then grabbed the stick of butter and smeared a generous amount over his cock. “I’m going to enter you,” he said calmly. “You know that, right?”
Jackson nodded quickly.
Vegas nudged himself into position at Jackson’s needy entrance. “And I’m going to fuck you until you’re satisfied. Understand?”
He nodded again, this time moaning around his apple.
Vegas slid into Jackson in an agonizingly slow but exquisite glide of flesh on flesh. He sighed in a rumbling, throaty breath and then pulled slightly out before settling again. He leaned forward to whisper into Jackson’s ear, “I’m going to make you mine.”
Jackson’s lashes fluttered shut only for a second before Vegas stabbed into him balls-deep. His eyes flew wide, meeting Vegas’s hard stare as he bucked into him again, again, and again.
Supported by Vegas’s hips, Jackson flattened his back to the cold wall. Vegas pushed Jackson’s shirt up to his chin and leaned in and laved his hot tongue over Jackson’s already hard nipples. With a small nip to each one, Jackson’s chest tightened as he struggled for air. The cold from the freezer and Vegas’s wet saliva stung against his flesh. He blushed hotly, his body struggling to regulate its temperature against the cold.
Vegas pounded into him in slow, powerful slams instead of the fast, wild bucking that overeager assholes are all too fond of. He was killing Jackson, ruining him, obliterating all thought about another cheap thrill on Grindr ever again.
Jackson clenched around Vegas’s hard cock deep inside him, but breathed deep, trying to ease his orgasm away. He’d stall as long as he could stand it. When he blew his first load with Vegas, he would see to it that it was spectacular.
“Don’t think for one second I don’t know what you’re doing,” Vegas ground out. “You’re going to come, and I’m going to make sure you get there. When you do, it’s going to be the most fucking beautiful thing.”
Jackson could only moan in sharp bursts with each hard stab. He knew how Vegas worked; he always had the control when pleasing another. He had long gravitated toward those types of partners.
Vegas leaned in again to whisper huskily into Jackson’s ear. “I can’t wait until you cream for me. How you get so soft in the face, and it almost looks like you get moved to tears. How it drips down your dick in a slow, steady stream.”
His dirty talk filled Jackson’s body with scorching heat. His face flushed as he bit harder into the apple, the juices dripping down his chin and neck.
“And you know what?” Vegas continued. “I’m so close to filling your sweet ass so full of cum, every fucking demon in Hell will know I fucked you. And I’m going to keep fucking you. Again. And again. And again.” He sighed heavily. “And you’ll be ready for my cock, any time, any place. Won’t you? You’re a demon. You won’t be able to get enough of it.”
Jackson nodded, his breath shallow and quick. The apple fell from his mouth. “I don’t care if you want to fuck me in the middle of town at high noon. You name the time and the place and I can’t… spread my legs… fast enough. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes !” he cried out as his entire body tensed with his orgasm. He pressed his lips together, swallowing down his screams as he trembled and spilled himself between himself and Vegas’s hard abs.
Vegas gripped Jackson as he shot into his needy hole, pumping him full. “Yes,” he growled demonically. “Fucking yes….”
“Uh-huh….” Jackson gasped, fighting for air. “So good… so good….”
They slowed to a stop and remained there in silence. Steam rose from their hot flesh.
Vegas was the first to grin and then break out into cackles, and Jackson followed suit with spontaneous laughter. Vegas slapped him in the shoulder. “I can’t fucking believe you fell for that whole ‘Rar! I’m a demon and I own your ass now.’ That shit only works on sniveling
Jackson nodded quickly.
Vegas nudged himself into position at Jackson’s needy entrance. “And I’m going to fuck you until you’re satisfied. Understand?”
He nodded again, this time moaning around his apple.
Vegas slid into Jackson in an agonizingly slow but exquisite glide of flesh on flesh. He sighed in a rumbling, throaty breath and then pulled slightly out before settling again. He leaned forward to whisper into Jackson’s ear, “I’m going to make you mine.”
Jackson’s lashes fluttered shut only for a second before Vegas stabbed into him balls-deep. His eyes flew wide, meeting Vegas’s hard stare as he bucked into him again, again, and again.
Supported by Vegas’s hips, Jackson flattened his back to the cold wall. Vegas pushed Jackson’s shirt up to his chin and leaned in and laved his hot tongue over Jackson’s already hard nipples. With a small nip to each one, Jackson’s chest tightened as he struggled for air. The cold from the freezer and Vegas’s wet saliva stung against his flesh. He blushed hotly, his body struggling to regulate its temperature against the cold.
Vegas pounded into him in slow, powerful slams instead of the fast, wild bucking that overeager assholes are all too fond of. He was killing Jackson, ruining him, obliterating all thought about another cheap thrill on Grindr ever again.
Jackson clenched around Vegas’s hard cock deep inside him, but breathed deep, trying to ease his orgasm away. He’d stall as long as he could stand it. When he blew his first load with Vegas, he would see to it that it was spectacular.
“Don’t think for one second I don’t know what you’re doing,” Vegas ground out. “You’re going to come, and I’m going to make sure you get there. When you do, it’s going to be the most fucking beautiful thing.”
Jackson could only moan in sharp bursts with each hard stab. He knew how Vegas worked; he always had the control when pleasing another. He had long gravitated toward those types of partners.
Vegas leaned in again to whisper huskily into Jackson’s ear. “I can’t wait until you cream for me. How you get so soft in the face, and it almost looks like you get moved to tears. How it drips down your dick in a slow, steady stream.”
His dirty talk filled Jackson’s body with scorching heat. His face flushed as he bit harder into the apple, the juices dripping down his chin and neck.
“And you know what?” Vegas continued. “I’m so close to filling your sweet ass so full of cum, every fucking demon in Hell will know I fucked you. And I’m going to keep fucking you. Again. And again. And again.” He sighed heavily. “And you’ll be ready for my cock, any time, any place. Won’t you? You’re a demon. You won’t be able to get enough of it.”
Jackson nodded, his breath shallow and quick. The apple fell from his mouth. “I don’t care if you want to fuck me in the middle of town at high noon. You name the time and the place and I can’t… spread my legs… fast enough. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes !” he cried out as his entire body tensed with his orgasm. He pressed his lips together, swallowing down his screams as he trembled and spilled himself between himself and Vegas’s hard abs.
Vegas gripped Jackson as he shot into his needy hole, pumping him full. “Yes,” he growled demonically. “Fucking yes….”
“Uh-huh….” Jackson gasped, fighting for air. “So good… so good….”
They slowed to a stop and remained there in silence. Steam rose from their hot flesh.
Vegas was the first to grin and then break out into cackles, and Jackson followed suit with spontaneous laughter. Vegas slapped him in the shoulder. “I can’t fucking believe you fell for that whole ‘Rar! I’m a demon and I own your ass now.’ That shit only works on sniveling
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