Page 15 of Christmas Mafia Prince
“I’ll just ride you if you’re tired,” I murmur, turning my head so I can watch us in the mirror. There’s something weirdly arousing about waiting to get his dick inside me, but I can see he wants it too. Damen’s rubbing his palm against the front of his pants, all his focus on my hole and how it can accommodate the width of the next glass ball down the shaft of the dildo.
“Look at that…” Damen whispers, working the toy inside me. He’s gentle and doesn’t push when my body doesn't want to accept more of the length, but I can feel that by the time I come, the entirety of the dildo will be buried deep inside me. “Your hole wants this so bad it’s clinging to every inch,” he tells me and twists the length. “That’s it, you can take a bit more for me. I need to make sure you can stretch to the thickness of my dick.”
I know for a fact that his cock is wider than the glass item in his hand, but its shape, with changes in girth, makes insertion less smooth.
For a moment, the pressure on my insides is borderline scaring me, but then something relaxes, and the next two beads sink in. I whimper, sensing my man’s fingers against my hole. I’ve taken the whole thing!
“Good boy,” Damen groans, holding it by the base at the bottom of the toy. “And you have such a cute little ass too.”
I yelp when he pinches my red hot buttock. Enough is enough. I grab my cock through fabric and rub it fast, chasing my orgasm as Damen plays with the toy inside me, pulling it out a bit just to push it back in.
“Fuck… fuck…” I groan, rocking my hips against it, wide open to him and as vulnerable as I was when he spanked me.
“Slow down,” he orders, and while a part of me wants to rebel, I end up doing as he asks even when he starts to slowly pull the toy out, bead after bead. I’m shocked when it pops out, making a squelch I wasn’t aware my body could produce, but beforeshame can burn through me, my man pushes the dildo back in, and then all the way out again.
I don’t know if he changed the angle at which he is moving it inside me, but my prostate is throbbing with sensation, and I’m gasping every time my fake husband shifts the appendage. Despite touching myself at a slower pace, I feel pleasure starting to rise inside me, but just as I’m about to finish, Damen pulls my right hand away from my groin.
“Rest both your palms on the seat.”
“I need to come,” I whine, but do as told, reluctantly letting go of my erection. I can’t help shifting though. My hands might be as good as glued to the velvet, but the rest of my body is a twitchy, shivering mess.
“You will,” he promises, standing right behind me as he plunges the dildo inside me in a single powerful thrust. My insides twitch, but it’s not enough to push me over the edge, so I whine in complaint, while he yanks the beads out just as fast as he put them in last time. The sloppy noise made by my body is so obscene. My face pulses with shame, but I’m still so aroused I’d let him continue doing this to me even with Adriano present.
The smooth toy goes back and forth, awakening every single nerve ending inside my ass. All the way in. All the way out. Again, and again, and again.
It feels like I’m high on something, but then Damen places his hand on my damp jockstrap, and I lose the ground under my feet, crashing to the sofa while he keeps fucking me with that magical glass wand.
It’s plunged deep inside my hole by the time my balls have run dry, but while I’m exhausted, when Damen pushes me down on the seat, ruined as if I’d just had a train ran on me, I pry my eyes open.
He’s leaning over me, hard cock out, wavy hair transformed into a halo around his head. I open my mouth in time to capture a drop of his cum when it shoots all over my face.
Whatever he wants is his.
I have to close one eye, but with the other, I get the perfect view of his towering form. In this moment, I make the decision to stop working on a contingency plan and just go where this storm takes me. Would it really be so bad to die with this man’s hand around my throat?
I’m exhausted from my orgasm, my butt cheeks ache, but I still lick the last drop of cum off the tip of Damen’s cockhead. He’s so dreamy. I’ve never been with a man this sophisticated. If he asked me to lick cum off his polished shoe, I’d comply and ask if he wants his balls licked too.
We spend some time in silence as he’s panting and I stroke his thigh.
“Can we cuddle a little?” I whisper.
I don’t give a fuck if Adriano heard us going at it, but if he heard this question and Damen says ‘no’, I’ll have to kill myself on this sofa.
Damen smiles, leaning down to give me a kiss so sweet I’m about to pass out from the gentleness of it.
“Come here, baby,” he says, resting on the edge of the sofa. He drags me close, so we’re chest to back, and puts his arms around me, as if he wasn’t a borderline stranger but someone who cares how I feel.
I’m not a child.
I shouldn’t be losing my composure because a man I’m fucking is being nice, but I can’t help myself when he strokes my head and kisses my forehead.
“Such a good boy. You were really brave.”
My eyes well up so fast I act on instinct and hide my face against his neck, but as soon as I do that, I realize I’ve smeared cum all over him.
“Oh God. I’m sorry.” I pull away even though it’s too late. I don’t let go of him though. I’m a mess far too greedy for his affection.
He blinks, as if he’d been on the verge of falling asleep. “Oh… that’s all right. You’ll just have to clean up the mess you made,” he says and reaches into his pocket, showing me a pristine handkerchief, complete with embroidered edges, like people used to have in the olden days.
