Page 210 of Shadowman
God… damn…
God damn god damn god damn.
I can feel myself winding, racing to an orgasm that’soh-so close. I reach for my dick, but Trevel rips my hand away.
“Uh-uh.” His voice is as uneven as mine from the way he’s pounding me. “You come when I say you come…”
“You don’t… own my…ohhfuck.” My mumbling beneath his hand fades as the fat crown of his cock jams at my prostate.
Over, and over…and over.
“Mmm, I think I do.” His forehead drops onto my shoulder, and he groans. “Look at you… Taking this raw cock, clamping on it like a slut.”
“Unleash on me, baby…” I plead, eyes rolling back in my skull.
Everything below my waist is going numb, loins coiled up tight, ready to erupt.
But just as I’m about to get my reward for enduring this rough pounding, he pulls out. Pulling the rug out from under my climax.
“Ffuck… w-what…” I whine as I melt into the ground.
Trevel chuckles sadistically, and I really wish it wasn’tsodamn sexy.
He flips me onto my back, ripping my soaking wet pants off all the way off. Then he slithers out of his, leaving us naked and panting in the forest, succumbing to the storm.
“Let me show you just howmineyou really are, sweet fury.”
“Fuck… you…”
Pain, searing through my chest. Aching and bruised.
“God, yes… Take it.”
The winds whip rainfall at my back. My heart is flying, leaping so aggressively that I’m dizzy.
Or it’s this fucked-up situation… Making it so I can hardly see through the fog.
“N-no…”
Pushing his legs open, I pin Byron down in the sopping leaves and dirt with my body weight, wedging myself between his thighs. It’s dark, but I can still see him, the moon’s glow and some nearby light from the house bathing him in dull orange.
He’s flushed, trembling and… nervous. His body wants it, as evident by the way he’s writhing into me, eyes hooded with lust, dick solid and stretched up to his navel, leaving a puddle on his abs.
But he’s fighting me, because he knows I might hurt him. Sure, he likes the physical pain, but he’s afraid of what I could do to himinside, and that’s valid. I knew all along it would come to this…
I’m going to lose him if I don’t… fight back.
Fight to keep him.
The last hour is a haze. I barely remember what led us here. All I know is that when he ran from me, I was overcome with the primal need to chase. To capture him, pin him down, and prove to him that no matter how badly it destroys us both… He’ll never escape me.
I won’t allow him to.
Spitting into my hand, I rub more sorry excuse for lubrication onto my cock, guiding it up to him. He’s clenching, squirming in faux-protest, moist lips parted and quivering as I lean over his slick muscles to keep him down.
“Hold still,” I breathe out hoarsely, giving a nice shove.
Despite his resistance, he swallows me right up, welcoming my body inside his.
