Page 28 of Pragma
“But I want to.”
A feral, animal-like noise comes out of his mouth before he suddenly lets go of me and walks backward until the back of his legs hit the armchair. He drops down on the soft red cushion. I hear the click sound as he undoes his belt. Then the zipper slides down, and his dick springs free. Holy shit!
“You’ve been blessed with Dumbo’s dad’s cock.” I gulp, very impressed. He’s bigger than my worthless dildo.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters.
He’s big and long and hard. I want to touch it so much, it almost scares me. But I’m too taken by those little bumps down his length under the skin to move. My eyes widen. Fucking hell, I know what they are. It’s called pearling, a quite common practice among yakuza men. Small beads are inserted permanentlybeneath the skin to enhance sexual pleasure during sex. It’s also fucking painful to get it done—or so I’ve heard.
“When did you turn your dick all…bumpy?” I breathe out, unable to look away. It looks like an alien dick, a bumpy, big dick I want to get inside me to discover if the enhanced pleasure part is true.
“Sir,” he hisses.
My eyes jump to his face. “What?”
“Call me sir.”
Is he for real? I couldn’t roll my eyes any louder. Anybody else, and I’d have their heart carved out of their chest. But I see the challenge in his eyes. He’s trying to make me back off. Jokes onhim because my body seems to enjoy his commanding tone. This authoritative side of River is making my boxer briefs wetter by the second.
Maybe I can flip the whole snaring operation and make the bunny think he’s the predator. I’m curious to see how long he’s willing to keep this bossy behavior up.
“And what would you like me to do, sir?”
He lets out a groan filled with dark desire, but I still see hesitancy in his eyes. “Let’s start by sucking on my dick.”
“That sounds tempting, sir.” I pull my lower lip inside my mouth and look straight at him, assuming a seductive pose like a master coquette.
“That mouth of yours. I’ll fuck it so hard, your sore throat won’t be able to utter a snarky word for hours,” he counters, almost making me come right on the spot. Wow, he’s so filthily perfect. I’m not sure who’s seducing whom here anymore.
I sniff, not wanting to surrender just yet, even though that extraterrestrial bumpy dick is screaming my fucking name, twitching and leaking. “Only hours? Dilettante.”
“On your fucking knees, Akira.”
Ohhh, he full-named me, which means business. “Go to hell.”
“I’m already there. You torture me every fucking day.” His voice lowers, turning menacingly demanding. “Now kneel.”
His blue eye have darkened; I can almost see the domineering flames burning inside, they make my balls and blood boil. He wants it, but at the same time, he thinks I’ll retreat.
So very, very slowly, I shift down until my knees touch the carpeted floor and he’s looming over me like a sexy demon. Ripped clothes, blond hair cascading only on one side of his face, thighs wide open. And he smells amazing.
I take it in my hand, feeling the weight of him. The heat. He’s so hard, veins straining against the thin skin. River wraps his large hand around mine, and the other grips my hair, pulling my mouth over his dick. Beads of precum cover the thick cockhead. I want to taste those beads.
“I’ve waited a long time. I’m already at the end of my limit.” He sounds almost desperate.
What does he mean a long time? Hasn’t he had sex in a while? Now is no time to talk, though. He can still change his mind at any moment. I need to slowly lure my prey toward the foothold trap with honey.
My hand falls down on his knees and then trails up until it grabs on his thick, tensed thigh. His scent envelops me, mint and tobacco, but also soapy sandalwood. My tongue comes out, and next his rich intimate taste explodes on it. His answering groan is everything. Is this what cum is supposed to taste like? Rich, salty, and yummy? Who needs water when I can drink River’s milk?
I moan as I glide my lips around the meaty tip and suck hard, wanting more of it, swirling it in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. It feels smooth and hard, hot and heavy, filling my mouth perfectly. Everything I’ve dreamed about in the last month.
My eyes remain on his face as his heat even more. “Fuuuck, Aki. You like it,” he hisses, before letting out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
If byithe means his bumpy cock, hell yes, I like it.
“Stick out your tongue.”
My mouth drops open, and he hums in satisfaction. He slaps his hard cock against my tongue, my lips, my chin, before pushing the tip inside.
