Page 164 of Body and Soul

“Please, Sir! Fuck, I can't...” Eli’s fingers scrabbled uselessly at my shoulders, my hair, the sheets. “It's too much, I'm gonna... I'm gonna...”

I pulled off Eli's cock with an obscene pop, ignoring his whine of protest at the sudden loss of stimulation. His hips bucked up, seeking friction, but I held him down firmly.

“Not yet, boy,” I growled. “You don't get to come until I'm buried inside you.”

Eli let out a frustrated sob, his fingers clawing at my shoulders. “Please, Sir, I need it. I need you so bad...”

I flipped Eli over onto his stomach in one smooth motion, manhandling him into position. He went easily, eagerly, scrambling to get his knees under him and present his ass to me. I took a moment to appreciate the view—the elegant arch of his back, the swell of his ass, his tight pink hole.

I smoothed my hands over the globes of Eli's ass, kneading the firm flesh, and he pushed back into my touch with a needy whine. I reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube I knew was there. Coating my fingers, I circled Eli's rim with a slick digit, teasing him.

“You want my fingers, boy?” I asked, my voice a low rumble. “Want me to stretch this tight little hole and get you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, fuck, please Sir...” Eli whined, trying to push back onto my finger.

I pressed one slick finger into Eli's tight heat, groaning at the way his body yielded to the intrusion, sucking me in greedily. He was so hot inside, silken walls fluttering around my digit as I sank in to the knuckle. Eli let out a broken moan, his hips pressing back to take me deeper.

I worked Eli open, taking my time stretching him until he was loose and pliant, rocking back onto three of my fingers with needy little whimpers.

I slicked myself up with a groan, giving my shaft a few rough pumps before notching the blunt head against Eli's fluttering entrance. We both moaned as I pushed in, Eli's tight heat enveloping me inch by excruciating inch until I was buried to the hilt, my hips flush against his ass.

I paused for a moment, savoring the tight clench of Eli's body around me, the way he trembled and panted beneath me. Then I drew my hips back slowly, until just the head of my cock was nestled inside him, before slamming back in with a hard, sharp thrust.

Eli cried out, his fingers twisting in the sheets as I set a punishing pace, fucking into him with deep, relentless strokes. Eli could only whimper and moan in response, pushing his hips back to meet my brutal thrusts. I angled my hips, seeking that spot inside him that I knew would drive him wild, and grinned fiercely when Eli let out a choked scream, his back arching sharply.

“There it is,” I purred, grinding against his prostate with ruthless precision.

I could feel the moment it all became too much for him, his untouched cock spurting cum onto the sheets below as his internal muscles clamped down around me.

I grunted and pushed him through it, but on the other side… “Did I say you could come, boy?”

Eli whined and panted. His body fluttered weakly around my pistoning cock, over-sensitized nerve endings firing as I continued to pound into him.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” he gasped out. “I couldn't help it, you just feel so good...”

I tsked, shaking my head even though he couldn't see it. “You know the rules, boy. You come when I allow it, not before. I think you need a little reminder of who's in charge here.”

I released my grip on Eli's hips, snaking my hand down between his legs to wrap around his spent, twitching cock. Eli let out a broken moan, his hips automatically bucking into my fist even as he whimpered at the intensity of sensation.

He writhed beneath me, caught between pushing into my fist and trying to squirm away. Broken whimpers spilled from his lips, his spent cock already trying to plump up again in my grip despite his recent orgasm.

Eli's breathless sobs filled the room, his lithe body shuddering against mine. His knees slipped further apart on the sweat-damp sheets, changing the angle so I could drive impossibly deeper. “It's too much, I can't...”

“You can and you will,” I growled, punctuating my words with a sharp snap of my hips that made him wail. “You'll take everything I give you, boy. Because you're mine.”

Mine. The word resonated through me, primal and possessive. Eli was mine, every inch of his body, every corner of his brilliant mind, every shard of his fractured soul. And I would put him back together, make him whole again, through pleasure and pain and utter ruination.

I let go of his spent cock, fingers now sticky with his release, and gripped his hip for leverage as I picked up the pace. Eli's back bowed, his head tipping back to expose the long line of histhroat as he wailed. I wanted to sink my teeth into that pale column, suck bruises into his skin until everyone knew who he belonged to.

Tendrils of platinum hair clung to Eli's sweat-sheened forehead. He turned his head, pressing his cheek to the mattress, lips parted, panting heavily.

I pounded into Eli with relentless force, the obscene slap of skin against skin filling the room alongside his desperate cries. Every brutal thrust punched the breath from his lungs in needy little “uh-uh-uh” sounds that made my balls tighten. The headboard slammed against the wall in a lewd rhythm, and distantly I wondered if the neighbors could hear me in here absolutely wrecking my boy.

With a guttural groan, I slammed home one last time, grinding against Eli's prostate as I emptied myself deep inside him. Eli let out a broken wail, body seizing up and clenching around me, milking every last drop. I rolled my hips, riding out the aftershocks as I pumped Eli full.

When I finally pulled out, Eli whimpered at the loss. I leaned back and watched my cum leak out of him. The sight made something primal and possessive rear up in my chest. I swiped my thumb through the mess, pushing it back inside him. Eli shuddered, hole twitching around the intrusion.

“Keep it inside,” I rasped.

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