Page 74 of Purrfectly Haunted

“Oh... James..!”

Another slap. “You should see the way your skin reddens for me, like a fruit ripening, waiting to be tasted.” I lean forwards and bite his ass. He chokes on air as I lick it better.

I spank him again. In the mirror in front of us, I can see him. His eyes are closed and he’s lost in rapture. His cock is hard and leaking between his legs. I reach for it from behind, and he shouts as my fist tightens around his erection. I only give him two strokes, I fear he’s going to come too soon.

“God, look at you. Weeping for me.” I grab his hair and pull, forcing him to watch his reflection in the mirror, my other hand around his throat. I feel his moan vibrating through my palm. “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this. You turn me on so much. I need to come inside you.”

“Please...” he says, a single tear rolling down on his face. “James...”

“Please what, princess?”

He swallows. “Please... fuck me...”

I groan. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

I reach for the bottle of lube in my pocket. Yes, call me a pervert, but I carry it with me all the time now. Fucking Ewan is always on my mind, and I want to be prepared. I made sure to thank Shirley yesterday for her gift.

I empty a good amount of lube on his lower back and watch it slide between his cheeks. When it reaches his asshole, I nudge it inside with a finger. Ewan moans again as I begin stretching him. I raise my other hand and slap him again. This time his knees almost give out and his ass tightens around my fingers.

“Holy shit, Ewan. I can’t wait for your ass to grip my cock like this.”

He nods and drops his face on his hand on the sink. He’s shaking, overstimulated the way I want him to be.

“You can’t touch yourself,” I say. “You have to take it and wait to come on my cock. Yes?”

“Aye...”

“Good boy.”

I push another finger in, and when he starts pushing back to fuck himself on my hand, I slap his ass again. His spine goes taut as he arches his back. What a sight.

I work him for a while longer, until he’s stretched just right, and then I say, “Keep your ass up, don’t move. If you move, you get another slap.”

I pull back, and he peers at me in the reflection in front of him, eyes shiny. I admire my work for a moment, his reddened cheeks. It won’t bruise, I’m not hurting him, but it must burn a little. I watch him for so long, a hand rubbing on my bulge through my pants, that he loses patience and moans. He lowers his ass slightly, trying to get closer to me, and I take it as my cue to slap him again.

“Ah, fuck..!” he gasps, knees shaking.

I chuckle. “Yes, Ewan. Fuck is what we’re going to do soon.”

He laughs wetly.

I start undressing. I love making him lose his mind but my hard on is turning painful. I need this as much as he does. My naked body, covered in tattoos, offer a nice contrast with his pale complexion. We look so good together in the reflection.

I pull a condom out of my pocket, and he looks disappointed.

“I got tested last month,” I say. “And I haven’t been with anyone since.”

His eyes widen, understanding dawning on him. “I... I got tested after my ex. He cheated on me. And I haven’t... not since...”

I smile wickedly. “Is no condom okay for you?”

He shivers. “Aye... Please...”

“Fuck yes, I want to fill you up with my cum.”

He whines. “Oh god...”

Once again I grab a fistful of his soft hair and pull his head back as I align my cock with his ass.