Page 98 of The Chameleon

Between his legs, Matteo never felt so much pleasure. Ares’s calloused hands worked over Matteo’s uncut piece of meat, causing him to spasm against Ares’s body.

“Fuck…” Matteo gasped, thrusting his head back, refusing to allow himself to come too quickly.

Another cocky smirk.

“Someone’s excited,” Ares growled, continuing his assault on Matteo’s cock.

Realizing he was almost at that point of no return, Matteo shoved Ares back, smiling as the stunned man’s body bounced off the wall behind him.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” Matteo huffed, dropping to his knees and yanking Ares’s pants down like the sight of them offended him.

Well, they kind of did. They were all that stood between him and that delicious dick Matteo couldn’t wait to wrap his mouth around.

Grabbing the base, Matteo slid his tongue over Ares’s mushroom head, loving the taste of precum as it danced on his tongue.

“You’re such a good boy,” Ares moaned, guiding his cock between Matteo’s hungry lips. “Tell me how much you want this thick piece of meat.”

Matteo’s cock bounced up against his stomach.Fuck,he loved it when Ares talked dirty to him.

“Mmm, I want you to throat fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Make me gag as you have your way with me.”

Giving Matteo a devilish smirk, Ares grabbed him by the back of the head before ramming his big meaty cock down Matteo’s hungry throat.

Groaning, Matteo accepted his meal, opening his throat and letting the hefty weight slide across his tongue.

Most people would have been offended by the sudden assault. There was no finesse or gentle teasing—just a thick, hard rod being jammed down Matteo’s throat. But not Matteo. He loved being force-fed a nice bulky cock—having his throat forced open and used for another man’s pleasure.

“Such a good boy,” Ares praised as he began to fuck deeper into Matteo’s warm wet mouth.

Faster.

Deeper.

Harder.

God, his dick tastes amazing.

Matteo grabbed a handful of Ares’s meaty ass as the man continued to pile drive into his face.

Jesus, the man knows how to fuck face.

Saliva dripped down Matteo’s chin as tears flooded his eyes. He knew he looked like a hot mess, but judging by the way Ares’s hips kept snapping forward, Matteo was pretty sure that Areswouldn’t be able to last much longer. Even with an injured foot, Ares didn’t show any sign of weakness.

“Fuck,” Ares snarled, grabbing Matteo by the arms and pulling him up to his feet. “Turn. Bend.”

Those were the instructions given.

Matteo tried to control the sudden burst of excitement. His mind was on an endorphin high while his cock was ready to punch a hole through the table.

Oof.

Matteo’s face was slammed into the surface of the worktable by a force that both startled him and turned him on.

Gasping, Matteo let the beast behind him take what he wanted.

Then it happened.

The warm wetness he’d come to love pressed up against his hole and began working its magic.

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