Page 175 of Shadowman
This man… He’s a freak. A deliciously twisted kinky fuckboy…
He’s bloody perfection.
“Byron…” I tremble out his name, peeking at him with bleeding hearts in my eyes. “You’re unwell, baby, and it’ssofucking sexy. I’ve never met someone so…” I gulp, attempting to control myself before I say something mad. “Perfect.”
A lazy grin rests on his lips, which he brushes over mine. “Stroke your dick, baby. Get that sweet revenge.”
My eyes fall to the bottle in my right hand again, as my left begins to pump on my cock, working up a gradual stroke.
“You want… this?” I stammer, kneading my throbbing inches, heart racing in my chest.
“Mmmyess so bad,” he groans quietly. “That’s it… Jerk off for me, baby. Work the cum out of that big dick while I’m stretching you open…”
My knees are wobbling, and clearly, he’s feeling the burn too. Holding this position is driving us both insane—thatmuch is apparent. But I can’t deny that the frustration feels otherworldly. Like edging, in a way.
Byron’s hands come up to my chest, and he cups my pectorals, thumbs flicking tenderly over my nipples. It lights me up, driving me to stroke harder.
“Good boy,Leo,” he rasps.
Hearing him call me that sends a shiver across my skin, perking my nipples even more beneath his hands.
If he only knew…
Glancing around, I look for Leo.
You like to watch, don’t you?
Sit back and observe while I fist hair and spill into hot holes…? While I’m spread open and fucked to tears, like a dirty little toy…
“Am… am I yours?” I breathe out, fucking my fist harder,faster, as Byron bites me and pinches my nipples.
“My what?” he growls. “My sex toy?”
“Fuuuck…” I grip the bottle, keeping it close because I’m getting close.
“You’re so good at getting me off, you know that?” His hips shift, and tears are streaming down my cheeks. “I swear to God, I could come just looking at you…”
“Byron…please,” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but the pleasure of tugging roughly on my cock, mixed with him stretching me and resting on my prostate, his filthy sweet words in that salacious tone… It’s almost too much.
“Shh,” he shushes me. “I’m not gonna fuck your hole, Trevel.”
I whine, “Why not?”
“Stop talking and make yourself fucking come, baby.” He covers my hands with his, taking the one with the bottle of lube and pouring some onto my cock. Then he uses the other to guide mine, strokingwithme.
“Uhh, that’s so good,” I cry hoarsely. “If you come in me, I’ll come harder and faster.”
“Yea?”
“Fuck yea… Baby, you breeding my ass will set me off.”
“Okay, good, because I’m so close,” he groans, helping me jerk myself harder. But not much faster.
Honestly, it feels euphoric like this. Slow and steady, theroughmovement of our hands—with his hips still, pelvis pressed hard into my cheeks. Our breaths are echoing off the walls of the small room.
Eventually, I let go of my dick, and he takes over, pumping it in his tight fist, growling into the crook of my neck.
“Fuck,Trevel, tell me you’re almost there,” he whines hoarsely. It nearly bursts my balls, just hearing him like that.
