Page 44 of The Chameleon

“I’ll buy you a new one, poor man,” Matteo snarled before diving down and biting Ares’s neck.

Ares gave a grunt, taken aback by the aggression but secretly loving the act. Matteo knew. They both loved wild and aggressive sex. That was their thing. Sometimes, it got a little violent, andsometimes, it got a little painful, but in the end, they both shot the biggest loads.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Ares moaned, grabbing the back of Matteo’s head and guiding Matteo’s mouth across his neck.

Another bite. This one leaving a nice red mark.

Good.Enjoy the pain, asshole.

Matteo made his way lower, licking Ares’s furry chest, stopping momentarily to taste his nipples. He gave a gentle bite, secretly loving the hiss escaping the asshole’s mouth.

Ares loved having his nipples played with, but tonight wasn’t about giving Ares what he wanted. It was about Matteotakingwhat he needed.

Anger and lust were battling it out at the moment. Matteo wasn’t quite sure which emotion was winning.

Ignoring the desperate whimper that left Ares’s lips, Matteo continued on his journey of torment, making his way lower toward his end goal.

Once he reached his destination, Matteo rubbed his cheek against the straining bulge trapped behind the man’s zipper.

He was a man in heat, desperate and needy. Pressing his face against the material, he could feel the blood pumping through Ares’s cock, pulsating as it begged to be released from its denim prison.

Popping the top button, Matteo stared at the bulge just inches from his face.

How many years had it been since he’d been in the same position? How many years had it been since he’d choked on this man’s incredible cock?

Fuck, he missed this.

“Don’t be shy. It’s not as intimidating as it seems,” Ares teased in that smug, confident voice of his.

Matteo both hated and loved that arrogant confidence of his.

Eyes turning upward, Matteo watched Ares’s expression as he slowly unzipped his jeans before pulling back the material.

“Go ahead. Give it a lick. Remind yourself what a real man’s cock tastes like.” Ares gazed down at Matteo. His chestnut eyes locked with his.

The fucking confidence of this guy.

Matteo grabbed the bottom of Ares’s balls and gave them a squeeze through his underwear, smirking when Ares let out an uncomfortable groan.

Licking his bottom lip, Matteo pulled Ares’s thick cock out of the folds in his underwear and held it firmly in his hand.

The head was red and angry, waiting for someone to put it out of its misery. Slowly, Matteo ran his tongue over the head of Ares’s cock, loving the taste of salty precum as it spread across his tongue.

“Taste good?” The sound of Ares’s rough voice went straight to Matteo’s dick.

Fuck, he was in trouble.It appeared that lust had won the battle.

Gripping the base of Ares’s cock, Matteo swallowed the whole thing down in one go.

A moan escaped Ares’s lips.

“Jesus, fuck, I’ve missed that mouth,” Ares gasped, head tilting back and resting against the cold surface of the fridge.

Hungry and dying for more, Matteo began his assault on Ares’s cock. Using his hand, he made deep circular motions as he swallowed Ares’s dick from tip to base.

“Fuck, babe.”

Another moan.

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