Page 17 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface
“Do you like this?” I circle my tongue around abuilding.
“Mhmm.” He’s biting down so hard on his lip, I’m afraid he’s going to draw blood.
“Does it feel good?”
“So fucking good.”
“You wanna come for me, baby?” I flick my tongue along the edge of his wing.
“So bad.” I don’t think he realizes his hips are moving. His eyes are scrunched tight, fists clenched, trying so hard to stay still, but as I move along, he thrusts his hips the tiniest bit, seeking relief.
“You going to come in your little shorts?”
“No,” he groans.
I drag my nails down his chest as I continue following a route on his wing with my tongue. “Why not? I love watching you come.”
When my hand stops at the waistband of his shorts, he growls in frustration. I didn’t know he was capable of growling.
“It’s not enough. Please. Touch me. Fuck me. Something. Please.”
“I haven’t finished this wing yet, Mappy.”
“I don’t fucking care, Miguel. Please. I’m begging you. Please touch me.”
I abandon his wing, standing as close to him as I possibly can without touching him. His desperate hips try to meet mine with no luck. He has no idea how hard I have to fight to keep my cock from coming out to meet his.
“Turn around, Mappy.” A look of complete despair passes over his face as he complies. “Hands on the wall.” When he’s in position, I tug on his hair, turning his head so I can whisper in his ear, “That’s my good boy.”
Releasing him, I drag my nails along the back of his wings as he continues to tremble in front of me. I forcefully tug his shorts down to his ankles, pulling his hips out toward me. Kneeling behind him, I spread his cheeks and circle his hole with my tongue. He screams my name, begging for release. Reaching around, I grab his cock and within a couple of strokes, he falls apart. When he’s finished, he collapses onto the floor in front of me. Turning him to faceme, I pull him onto my lap to tell him what a good job he did. He kisses me, pulling himself as close to me as he possibly can.
“More. I want more.”
Chapter nineteen
The Wonder Hole
Mappy
Ican’t get enough of him. As much as that was torture, I want to do it all over again, as long as it’s with him.
“You don’t need a minute?” I shake my head. I probably do, but I don’t care right now. As I grind my hips against his stupid pants, his hard cock presses into me.
“What I need is you.” I keep kissing him because how can I not? “Fuck me? Please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He stands up, pulling me with him before throwing me over his shoulder. I keep my wings tucked in tight so they’re not in the way as he carries me down the hall.
“Lube!” I cry out. He turns around, squatting down, so that I can grab it before returning to the hall. He slaps my ass hard before tossing me on the bed. I land with a bounce, tucking my wings under me. He crawls on top of me, covering my mouth with his. “You need to take these off.” I yank on his shirt, and he laughs, scooting off the bed. He grabs the shirt by the back of the collar, tugging it off in one fluid motion before unfastening his pants and crawling back on top of me. His dick wraps around mine instantly.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs between kisses.
“I’ll feel better with your dick inside me.”
“Fuck, Mappy. Give me a minute, will you?” He wraps one of my legs around his hip while trying to keep his weight off me. It’s cold when he first presses his finger against my ass, but I barely notice it after a second. He keeps kissing me as he pushes in more fingers. There’san emptiness when he removes his fingers that’s replaced by overwhelming fullness when his dick pushes in.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.” I pull him closer to me, needing his weight on me as he fills me. He kisses me gently, moving so slowly. It’s perfect. Except I think I’m going to say something stupid like I love him. “Harder,” I choke out instead.
“Does my little map-bat-man like it rough?” he asks, using more force with each thrust. I wrap my other leg around him, anchoring him to me. He grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist and tugging it hard. He kisses down my neck, pulling my head to the side, exposing the vulnerable skin to him. It all feels so natural.
