Page 102 of Taint My Soul

Right now, he’s a fucking mess. My mess.

And I loved every bit of it.

I continue in the same rhythm while my other hand wraps around his thick dick, stroking over the glans tenderly. He arches and buckles into the mind-blowing pleasure.

“That’s it, baby.” I moan, face contorting with pleasure. “Look how desperate you are for me.” He whines and clenches around my fingers, dick jerking in my hand.

If someone told me I’d have a man like him under my control, that he’d come apart by my touch, I wouldn’t believe it.

He ran from me. Several times. But he’s here now, giving himself to me. Taking all of this willingly, and fuck, I love it. It makes me feel so powerful.

I love it even when I know I shouldn’t.

My body aches, and I wonder what it would be like to have permanence, but it’s too good to be true.

Boys like me don’t deserve things like this.

My fingers slip out of him, and he grunts in protest. “Hold steady.” I groan and place his left leg on my shoulder, fastening my hand around it. I slide the water-based lube over my shaft, pumping slowly and reveling in the sensation. I kneel closer, positioning myself at his entrance. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

“Ok.” He rumbles.

The crown of my dick pops into him, and I pause, waiting for him to adjust to the mix of pain and pleasure. Heat gathers in his eyes, and he matches the rhythm of my breathing as I push in deeper. “Are you all the way in?” His voice comes out rough and laced with tension.

“Only halfway through.” I smile at him. “You’ve got this.”

My pulse thuds as we inhale the same breath. The smell of the shampoo and soap still lingers on our skin.

Warmth spread sharply through my body as I sink into him.

“Fuck me, fuck.” He groans, closes his eyes and arches off the bed.

“Come on, baby.” I slide my hand around his head, and his eyes snap open with an urgent need. “You’ve got this.”

“I can take it.” He promises as I lean in and press a feathery kiss on his nose. I pull back and slide into him. His lips part, and his entire body shudders with pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans into my ear and whispers, eyes shining with a spark. And damn, his words break me apart. But deep down, I know the truth.

I roll my hips into him. Every stroke burns intensely. His hole clenches around me, and short, broken breaths drill out of his lungs as I make love to him.

I give him pleasure delicately. Carefully. Chasing the wild calm. Soaking up the warmth of our skin when our bodies come into contact. “More.” He groans and slides his legs around my waist, keeping me locked into his tight heat.

“Wrap your hand around your dick for me.”

“Anything you want, little devil.”

Skin bites against skin.

He leans closer and takes my lips in a kiss. And god, I love the way he kisses me.

Like he’s intoxicated with me. And it feels so good that it scares me.

It terrifies me to the core that I revel in this. That I want this. Burying myself deep into this dangerous man means that the little ray of sunshine I feel for him is real, and I’m too deep in a mess to feel anything.

I slow my thrusts, and he whines in protest, stroking himself needlessly. “You really want to torture me, don’t you?” I pull back and slam into him. “Shit.”

“How does that feel?”

“Out of this fucking world, baby.” He grins at me, expression set with need.