Page 52 of Perfectly Wrong
Tristan nods, sliding down on the couch so his back is flat, but perching his legs on the coffee table. Stroking my cock, I slide into his ass, enjoying the tightness there. His pierced dick bounces between us as I slowly pump in and out of him. I’m taking my time, savoring every fucking second of this beautiful boy.
He holds my gaze, his pretty mouth open as if to speak, but only sounds of pleasure and lust and fucking come out. I put my thumb between his lips and he sucks like it’s a dick.
“I want to suck your dick so bad,” I whisper. “I want that piercing to hit my teeth. Is that what you were thinking when you got it?”
Tristan nods, with heavy eyes. “I want to see you suck it.”
I pump my thumb in and out of his mouth. “Do you want to see me fuck it?”
Tristan’s eyes widen. “Don’t tease me, Bishop. I can’t take it.”
“Who said I’m teasing you?” I lean back, pulling my cock almost out before plunging back into him. I like the way he flinches when I’m rough with him. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Oh god,” he moans.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a fucking dream. A dream.”
“It can be a reality.” I lean into him, kissing his mouth and slowly sucking his tongue. “You can be one of only a few who has ever been inside of me. Do you want that, baby?”
Tristan nods. “Please.”
“You sure you know how to fuck me well?” I grip his face, licking the side of it. “Can you get me off? Can you fuck me up like I do to you?”
“I want to.”
“Mmm, I can already imagine how that big cock of yours is going to feel pushing into me.” Tristan groans as I pull out of him. Sliding down, I spread his legs open and suck his dick into my mouth, letting my tongue play with his ring. He watches me with wide eyes. “You’re so hard, baby. You’re gonna feel so good.”
“Bishop, please.”
“Please what?”
“I’m gonna fucking blow if you keep talking like that.”
I grin, moving so I’m lying on my back. “Come on then. Fuck me up.”
Tristan grabs the lube and pours a shit ton of it on his dick and in between my legs. As he grips my leg, I notice how he shakes.
“You ever fuck someone before?”
He shakes his head. “No. I want to be good at it.”
I pull his arm so he’s lying on top of me. “You will be good at it. I have no expectations except feeling you inside of me.” I kiss him, swirling my tongue around his. “Relax.”
He nods, sitting up, and slowly pressing the head of his cock to my opening. I exhale slowly as he pushes in, stretching a place that rarely sees any action. Closing my eyes, I grip his muscular arms as he eases in, inch by inch until he stops. When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me as if waiting for direction.
“Feels amazing, baby. Now just fuck me. I can take it.”
Tristan nods, moving slowly at first until he finally relaxes and lets loose. He grinds his hips into me, going as far as I can take him. I lift my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders to give him full access. Tristan keeps his eyes locked on mine putting all he’s got into fucking me. I fist my cock, so close to the edge, all I can do is pray it comes soon.
“You feel so good,” Tristan whispers. “So fucking good.”
“I’m going to come so hard.” My back arches as cum shoots out of me hitting my chest.
“Fuck,” Tristan groans.
I drag my hands through my cum and smear it on his mouth. He sticks his tongue out, licking and sucking my fingers clean. “Give it to me, Tristan. I need to taste you.”
