Page 11 of Make Believe

If I stop to think about it, there would probably be a world of possibilities at my fingertips. So many wild things I could do with him. But I feel ravenous. I want him,now.

Honestly, when I’m with a pretty girl, I usually just stick to the front door because it’s easiest and quickest. However, I can’t deny there’s a different kind of pleasure that comes from behind. It takes more patience and dedication, but when I’ve got a lifeless doll in my hands, I already know he’s not going to get bored or impatient.

He’s mine to do with as I please.

I fold him down right there on the carpet. From what I can tell out of the corner of my eye, the threesome seems to have reached its natural conclusion. I have a feeling the attention of the room might have shifted my way. I don’t care. I’m safe here. It’s been a very long time since I did anything so public. For some reason, it feels right to try something new out in the open.

After all, I wanted this night to be authentic. Right now, there’s nowhere to hide. I’ve opened myself up to this new experience, and all these strangers are going to bear witness.

Considering how hard I am, it’s not going to take long.

My doll is on all fours, his head slightly raised so I can see his face as he waits for my next move. I grab a throw pillow from my vacated armchair. I have no shame in my age, but I respect myself enough to know that my knees aren’t what they used to be, and a little forethought will go a long way.

Positioning myself behind him, I kneel up and flick his robe and dress up over his hips. As I suspected, his underwear is a jockstrap, so his hole is already gloriously exposed for me. I waste no time in ripping the lube packet open with my teeth and drizzling some over my fingers. I push my middle one against his fluttering ring, loving how he flexes and relaxes, letting me in relatively quickly.

I lean forward and wrap my free hand around his neck again, pulling up a little as I press my chest against his back. “I could fuck you all night,” I growl, a rush of adrenaline coming purely from my words as they caress against the shell of his ear. “I can do anything. My pretty doll. I’m going to fuck you. I don’t care if you come or not. You’re here for my pleasure.”

His lack of reaction fuels me, emboldens me. I’ve already got two fingers inside him, fucking his hole and stroking his prostate. It’s strangely exhilarating that he’s not reacting at all.I’min control.Ihave all the power.

Unable to wait any longer, I withdraw, fumbling with my zipper to free myself. I have no idea how many people are watching us. It doesn’t matter. All I care about is playing with my new toy. He chose me to give himself over to. Somehow, I earned this.

I promised myself I wouldn’t waste this night, and I intend to honor that promise.

He swallows my cock, and the tight heat is heavenly, even with the condom on. It’s been so long since I took this particular kind of pleasure from anyone. I can’t help but drop my head back and moan, pushing deeper inside him, taking what’s been given freely to me.

“Do you like that, doll?” I ask as I slowly start to rock back and forth, getting us both used to the sensation.

“I love it, Daddy,” he says in that same calm tone of voice. I’d think he wasn’t affected at all by my cock filling him up, but I can see the perspiration gathering on the small of his back. I massage my fingers against his neck, feeling him swallow and the dampness of his skin. I lean down and nuzzle my cheek against his again.

“Do you want more?” I snarl.

“Please, Daddy,” he repeats.

It’s strange how his stillness gives me confidence. This is what he asked for—what he wants. He’s perfectly capable of stopping me with a single word or a tap of his hand, but he’s just taking everything I give him.

I trust that he’s enjoying it. I trust that we’re on the same page. It makes it easy in the end to just let go and fuck him senseless.

My pants are pooled around my knees, my belt buckle jingling as I pound into my beautiful doll. I knew I wouldn’t last long once I got to it, and I was right. My climax roars through me, shattering my world in an instant as I’m consumed by ecstasy.

As I gasp for breath, a part of me acknowledges that this is all I wanted. To come with no expectation of doing anything for my partner. I wanted to be a selfish, lazy bastard tonight, and I still say there’s nothing wrong with that.

Expect it’s not what I want anymore.

This is my doll, and he said I could play with him however I liked.

My cock softening inside him, I press my chest to his back again and hastily thrust my hand down his underwear, freeing his leaking, juicy cock, my fingers slick with the last of the lube. “Come for me, doll,” I growl into his ear. “You’re mine. Do as I say. Come for me now.”

I detect just the faintest whimper and shiver down his spine as he explodes all over the floor. Jason and Markus will have a cleaning crew in as soon as everyone has left, so I don’t feel too bad about the mess.

Instead, I hum and suck his neck as he spurts over and over. I forgot how satisfying it is to reallyseeyour partner orgasm. Don’t get me wrong, I love making women come undone in rapid succession, something men can’t do in the same way. But there’s a different pleasure in feeling my victory in such a visceral manner.

I stroke him in a slightly gentler manner as he winds down, making sure to milk every last drop from him. On a whim, I lift my hand and press my fingers against his lips. “Be a good doll and suck me clean,” I rasp, feeling dizzy on the high of my orgasm, not to mention the rush of power.

I watch in fascination as he does exactly that, licking and sucking each finger as well as my palm. But he keeps his gaze forward, focusing on nothing in particular and therefore still maintaining that air of an inanimate object. Even after coming my brains out, I find him intoxicating.

For the first time in a long time, I curse my age.

I want him again, now. Can I keep him here long enough to do that?

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