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I drape my arms over his shoulders and continue to be bad. I lick the seam of Delorean’s mouth and suck on his full lower lip.
“You feel so good,” I pant over his lips, while moving my hips faster.
Delorean’s cock pulsates between us, growing harder if that is even possible.
I press my thighs closer and swivel my hips faster, moaning. I press my forehead to his lips and look down at our lengths sliding next to each other.
I’m so close.
But I need to share this with Delorean. “Play with me,” I breathe over his lips as I kiss him like my life depends on it.
His hands shoot up in an instant, enveloping my body and crushing me to his chest. The roses tattooed on his arms look like they’re moving, flexing in the bright light, thorns piercing my own skin, connecting us in mortal sin forever.
Delorean growls into my mouth and moves his hips, fucking up into me. I’m at his mercy now.
Chapter 10
“Play with me,” Anthony gasps into our kiss and I’ve never felt more alive than in that moment.
There is no one in this world that turns my insides into molten lava faster than Anthony.
He’s burning up in my arms. Anthony is like the eternal flame, brought down from the heavens to incinerate every bit of pain and darkness weighing me down.
His passionate kiss liberates me.
I am free, yet I belong to him entirely.
It’s no hardship. Being Anthony’s plaything is exactly what I want to be.
I kiss him hard, bruising his lips.
His needy urgent moans spur me on as I pick him up, stand up and turn, placing him on the table.
He’s so pliant, spreading wide for me like a beautiful flower. For a long moment, I’m lost in the sight of Anthony – his flushed creamy skin beaded with perspiration, the sheen on his high cheekbones, his swollen red lips, and the waves of his ashen blond hair spilled on the dark oak surface of the coffee table.
His wild eyes meet mine. “I need you, Delorean.”
I drop to my knees and bury my face in his groin, taking all of him in my mouth. His length fits perfectly in my mouth and I suck him without mercy. I need to taste him. Anthony moans beneath me bucking his hips wildly.
I’m so turned on by him, I don’t even think to jerk my own dick. I think I’m gonna blow.
I press my face closer, rubbing my nose over the soft tuffs of blond hairs of his groin.
“Delorean,” Anthony screams as he fills my mouth with his sweet nectar.
I swallow and slow down my suckling so I can fully enjoy his essence.
Anthony is wriggling beneath my steady grasp, but my hold on his hips is iron tight.
I want to play too.
I slowly rise above him, relishing in the sight of his breathless, flushed form.
I drape his leg over my shoulder and slide my throbbing erection up and down his balls and softening length. Anthony gasps as I buck my hips once. He wriggles closer so his ass is pressed to my hips, half hanging from the edge of the table. He raises his other leg, then crosses it at the ankle over my shoulder, making a nice, tight little pocket for me to fuck into between his thighs.
He grips the edge of the table, moaning, “I need you. I need all of you. Don’t hold back what’s mine.”
I let go. I tip my head back, fucking into him, holding his ankles together with my left hand as I keep his thighs tucked closer to me with my right. I’ve completely lost control. All I feel is this enormous craving tearing me apart. Anthony is the only one who can make me whole.
