Page 143 of Brainwashed
Balls fucking deep.
He whimpers at the sight. “OhGod, that looks insane… Your whole dick is in me.”
“Yea…”
We’re both just gazing at the screen, me between his thighs, arms on either side of his hips. I draw back just a bit, then thrust in again and he releases a jagged sob. He fits me like a sheath, and it’s fucking incredible.
“You know what it looks like?” I ask, turning my face to his.
“What’s that?” he breathes with my mouth hovering over his.
“It looks like I own you, sick boy.” My lips brush his and he quivers. “You’remymonster.”
Felix groans and leans back, arching up to me. “I am. I’myours, Doctor.”
Fuck, why does that sound so damn good??
Finally, I begin to move my hips at a gradual pace, riding him slow yetdeep. As deep as humanly possible, sliding back, then feeding my cock into his ass, watching the screen as the shape moves in and out of him. It looks unlike anything I could ever imagine witnessing.
Fucking someone is one thing; knowing you’re inside them, claiming their body as yours. But being able to see it in front of your face; to watch my dick moving within the rings of muscle in his ass is a totally different experience.
“Fuck, Felix,” I whisper, dropping my forehead onto his, my hands running up his chest. “You feel so warm and slippery wet. Your ass is too tight, cradling my big cock.”
“Your dick is so big, Doctor,” he purrs, wrapping his legs around my hips, clinging to me. “God, you’re tearing me apart.”
“Good,” I growl, then bite his bottom lip until he cries in my mouth. “I want to fucking wreck you.”
“Mmm… destroy my ass.Please.” His hands are all over me, running up my shirt, ripping at it, clutching it in his fists.
“You’re not so scary, psycho killer.” I trail my mouth down his throat while my hips buck into him. “You’re just a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
He moans, cupping my pectorals and squeezing. “Yours. Your slut.”
A groan leaves me, and I peek at the screen, looking for his prostate. I push my cock into it, and he arches off the table. “Is that your good spot, baby?”
He cries, “Yesss. Please, please…more.”
I’m fucking him wild, feral in my movements as my eyes flick between the screen and him. I lash at his prostate with my cock, gazing hungrily at his perfect dick while it pulses out spurts of precum for me.
“You’re a sticky mess, sick boy,” I growl. “Clean that up.”
He reaches down and swipes at the cum with his fingers, stuffing them into his mouth. “Kiss me… please, Dr. Love.” His long, dark lashes flutter over a lust-drunk expression. “I’m begging for your lips.”
“You begging me, baby…” I tease him by letting my mouth dance over his.
He grabs me by the dreads. “I’m fuckingdesperatefor you.”
“I know you are.”Pound pound pound.My thrusts grow harder, pace picking up until the smacking sound of my hips on him is ringing through the room. “You want me so bad, huh, you little slut monster?”
“I… want…fuck, I want you. Ruin me for anyone else.”
With a roar, I drop my lips onto his and kiss him until we’re both breathless and growling into each other’s greedy mouths.
“What the fuck is with you…?” I hum, sucking,bruisinghis lips and licking his tongue. “How do you make me want you like this?? It makes no sense.”
“Nothing addicting ever makes sense,” he breathes, legs wrapped around me, ankles locked on my lower back, hands in my hair, gripping my shirt. “Just fucking fuck me so good, Doctor.”
“Take this dick good, my sweet little psycho.”
