Page 56 of Breaking Vincent
He rocks his hips faster as he hums into my neck. “I did and you failed to deliver.”
My hands find their way to his ass, pulling him tighter to my body. “Ask me again.”
Vincent sits up and holds his palms flat to my chest as he grinds down on my cock. Looking me in the eyes as he begs, “Please, David. Please fuck me? I’ve been waiting to feel you inside me; I’ve been dreaming of being stuffed full of your cock. The number of times I’ve woken up in the middle of the night, jerking myself off as I have dreams about you.”
He scrapes his blunt nails down my chest, digging in extra hard when he gets to my nipples. I grunt as my hips arch up off the bed. He smirks down at me, “Please?”
How's a man to say no to that?
I tilt my head to the side, “Lube and condoms in the drawer.”
He grins and leans over to grab the stuff, leaving his bare chest right in front of my face. I sit up slightly and latch my teeth to one of his pierced nipples. He stutters and almost slips, but I’d never let him fall.
One of his arms wraps around my neck as the other rips the drawer open. “Fuck! I can’t find them.”
I switch to the other nipple, teasing it with my tongue as I slide my hands down his crack, softly stroking his hole. “Concentrate, brat. The longer you take, the longer it's going to be until I get to stuff this pretty little hole.”
Fingers grab my hair and rip my head away from his chest. He grunts and pants as he looks down at me, his eyes are flaming as he struggles to catch his breath.
“Condoms. Lube. Now.” I deliver a hard swat to his thigh to get him to move.
His head flings back as he howls through the pain. I reach over and snatch the stuff from the drawers. Flicking the bottle of lube open, I grab his hand and pour a good amount on his fingers.
“Turn over and stretch yourself,” I tell him as I rip open the condom packet and roll it down my length. After not coming last night, I feel like I’ve been edging myself for the past 12 hours.
Vincent scrambles off my lap and turns around, his cheeks spread wide as he circles a wet finger around his hole. The puckered skin easily stretches around his fingers and I have to tightly wrap my hand around the base of my cock, starving off the orgasm that's barely hanging on by a thread.
Vincent's legs shake as he shoves three of his fingers in as deep as he can in this angle. A small part of me wants to help him, but the bigger part of me is thoroughly enjoying watching him getting frustrated.
I pick up the bottle of lube and drizzle some right onto my rubber covered cock, imagining the day when we can go bare.
I lean forward and pull his finger free, his hole gaping for a moment before I shove three of my own fingers inside. His grunt of surprise quickly morphs into a long moan of pleasure.
I can’t wait any longer, I need to stuff him full before I lose my mind. “Turn around,” I demand as I pull his arms, dragging him back onto my lap. “Ride me.”
“Fuck, yes,” he groans as he grabs hold of my dick, positioning it right as his hole. I don’t know why I expected him to ease down slowly, but my breath whooshes out of me as he slams down on me.
He sets a punishing pace, not even giving himself time to adjust before he starts to bounce on my lap. He grabs my hands and places one on his ass and the other on his waist. “Put your feet flat on the mattress and bend your knees.”
He’s not even asking, and for once I don’t care, I’ll happily let him use me.
With my feet planted on the mattress, he leans back and puts his hand on my knees, supporting himself as he continues to ride me.
Since meeting the brat, I’ve imagined all the ways we would play together, how we would act together, what our sex would be like. Nothing could have prepared me enough to actually witness it.
He switches between rolling and grinding his hips, then bouncing up and down. I have to grit my teeth as I force myself not to cum. His hole is gripping me so fucking tight that I’m surprised he can even move.
“I need more David, do something, please?”
I move my hand to touch his cock, but bats it away and shakes his head, “No, I want to cum hands free. Just touch me somewhere else.”
Pushing myself so I’m sitting up, I keep one arm around his waist and plant the other one on the mattress behind me, giving myself more leverage to help bounce him on my lap.
Given our height difference, I have to stretch my neck so I can press my lips to his nipples. After paying them so much attention last night he cringes away for a second before shoving himself further into my mouth.
Clutching his ass cheek with my hand, I push my hips up and grind into him, rubbing against his sweet spot. His body tenses as his hole strangles my cock so tightly that I don’t stand a chance of holding my orgasm back.
“Ah, David. I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fucccck,” Vincent cries out while he explodes against my stomach.