Page 70 of Diablo
“Don’t tell me what to do. I can do what I want. My body, my choice.”
He eyes me as I sit up and straddle him, my dick straining out toward him. I’m still completely naked, my body shivering slightly as he runs his hands up my thighs.
He reaches out, grabs my dick, and strokes, making my mouth fall open. My hands press against his chest, my fingers digging into his skin. He cradles my balls, tugging on them gently, and I arch my back, giving him better access.
“Yes,” I breathe, and he smirks up at me, looking far too pleased with himself. He seems to know all the buttons to push when it comes to me. All the sex buttons. There should be a warning label for men like him.
Dangerous. Stay back!
“Put your dick next to mine,” he demands, giving me absolutely no incentive to do what he wants. His hand feels far too good on my cock, making my eyes flutter shut and my hips thrust forward. Yes, no incentive when he feels this good against me.
“I’m busy. Shush.”
He chuckles, his grip tightening on me and making me gasp.
“Always the brat. Can’t help yourself.”
“Big dick energy,” I say, and Skylar’s eyes swivel down to the appendage I’m talking about.
“Yes. Not big, but you’re the perfect size,” he says softly, and then I’m flipped over, his big body bracketing mine once more. I can’t help but like it, like feeling small and vulnerable beneath him. I stare up at him, his cock sliding against my own, sensations surging through me. Fuck, I’ve never been handled like this before and it’s making me crazy.
“I’m superior in all the ways. My cock, my brain, my body,” I say as he pulls our dicks together in his big fist and strokes. My back arches up, my hands digging into his biceps. They’re so thick my hands barely gain purchase.
“You are. Superior.”
I groan at his words. They’re turning me on more than his dick…well, maybe not. Everything about Skylar does it for me, it seems.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters as he slides his hand up and down our cocks. His precum makes for an easy glide, and I watch his face as his eyes move to our joined bodies, his cheeks darkening as he sees us moving together. He must like what he sees. I can tell by the way his pupils dilate and his cheeks turn a sexy pink.
“You are so unexpectedly hot,” he says.
I’ve never been called hot before and it makes me groan in response.
“I’m the hottest. Everyone is jealous of me. Didn’t you know?”
“You are,” he says and then leans down, kissing me roughly, his hand still working us both toward the edge. Our tongues slide together as we chase our orgasms. I come first, my release embarrassingly quick as I coat his hand. He follows me over the edge shortly after, his kisses softening as he shudders above me.
“Won’t get old,” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“It will…for me at least. I’ll get over this soon enough. I’ll move on with a man hotter than you.”
He squeezes my shaft roughly, and I cry out, his lips turning up at the sight of my pain.
“Do it and see what happens.”
“Casey’s a catch,” I say, and Skylar flips me over, his body pressed into my back, his lips at my ear.
“Try it, Diablo and see what happens. I don’t share. Certainly not your bratty ass.”
Those words.
“Does that mean I’m yours?” I ask, my words coming out in a wheeze.
“Yeah. You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
* * *
“Shit, we gotta move,” Casey’s voice says, urgent and slightly panicked. It pulls me from my slumber, and for a moment, I’m confused and slightly disoriented. I fell back asleep after getting off with Skylar again, my body sprawled across his chest, my insides so fucking warm. I don’t want to move. Want to live and die right here. “Hurry. Get up and grab your stuff!”