Page 15 of Heir to Desire
Surprised, I cock my head backwards as if I’d just been shot in the head.
“Swallow it, mafia prince,” Damien says, and I close my mouth and swallow, obeying him with a pleasure that has made my dick fully engorged.
In the shower, I’m massaging my cock now, breathing heavily into the hot water’s steam which has completely fogged up the glass.
Damien climbs back onto his seat to the right of me before undoing my seatbelt. He takes off my leather jacket, and then my white t-shirt. I feel him pinch at my nipple with his left hand as the other one, by the sound of things, takes off his pants.
“Get naked, boy,” he tells me. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
Ilovebeing called a good boy during sex. In the shower, I continue to jerk off, placing my left hand against the tiled wall for balance as I close my eyes and transport myself back to bliss in the black Escalade.
Once I’ve finished removing my pants and underwear, Damien instructs me to crawl on top of him. I straddle him as he did me, our bodies naked this time, and I can feel a massive, gargantuan cock, thicker and longer than any I’d ever felt before. The heat emanating off of his man meat feels, in that moment, like the only thing that could ever keep me warm forever. I feel my own dick push against his hairless and toned abs as he begins to bite my neck again, digging his strong hands into my back.
I hear him push the seat in front of us away from us with some sort of lever or whatever, making more space.
“Get on the ground, Nikolai.” Still blindfolded, I crawl off of him and get on my knees. I know what to do immediately. I use my hands to feel my way up towards his dick, which I rub up and down a few times before angling it towards my mouth and beginning to suck. I put the very tip of my tongue into his dick hole, hungry for precum and finding just the elixir I was looking for. It tastes sweet and salty at the same time. Just the head of his cock alone seems to take up half of my mouth—I am utterly shocked at his size. I begin to suck on that and the top of his shaft as I feel him scoot his ass forward a bit, allowing him to lay back and relax, his heavy breathing evolving into small moans.
I was sure I didn’t have as much experience as he did, but something about sucking him feels so natural—as if I’d milked his cock with my mouth thousands of times before. My mouth is filling with my own saliva as he grabs my head and forces my face all the way down his shaft, his dick now deep in my throat, which I manage like a pro—not gagging one bit. I tongue the top of his balls, which are proportional to his cock, as in huge. He pulls me by my hair, forcing me up and down like a toy as he lets out sighs of pure pleasure. “Oh Nikolai, you’re such a good boy,” he says. “You’re so good.” “Good boy,” I whispered to myself in the shower.
Finally, Damien takes off my blindfold. Now I can finally see his perfect body—the muscular pecs like two hills in a field, hairless and with dark purplish nipples that somehow pair perfectly with those dark black eyes. The light, seemingly manscaped happy trail of equally black hair follows his modest pubes up to his belly button, with a full eight pack of abs on either side. And his cock—his beautiful, massive cock—even better than what I’d seen in porn or the fake dick dildos I saw on AliExpress. I swear it is nearly the size of my forearm, thick and powerful and the most beautiful rose blush pink I’d ever seen in my life. Its head, just as big visually as it had felt while filling my entire mouth, is wet with a mixture of spit and precum. In my fantasy, I can see it throbbing.
“Put your hands against the windows,” Damien says, pointing at the window on the opposite side of the car. I resist every urge to put his cock back in my mouth and do as he says, climbing my naked, twinky body, which feels so tiny and feeble next to his, up onto the black leather seat on the left side of the car. I look back at Damien, who is spitting into his hand before jerking himself off.
“Boy, do as I told you,” he repeats, pointing again at the car window. I get on my knees and place my hands against the glass, my naked ass now facing Damien. Out the window, I see the driver standing and smoking a cigarette by the trees, waiting for his boss Damien to finish having fun with his boy toy. Suddenly, I feel Damien’s teeth biting into my left ass cheek, and then my right. I hear him spit in his hand again and begin to circle my hole with his finger, teasing me and tickling me until the thought of his penetration is driving me absolutely fucking insane.
In the shower, I sat myself on the ground, letting the hot water fall over me as I rubbed my cock. Damien was likely just downstairs in the kitchen or in his room across the hall. I was so fucking horny I could hardly keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
I feel the warmth of Damien’s tongue digging into my ass and curving upwards, gently licking the upper walls as, outside, a red pickup truck drives by, slowing down and waving at the driver, who waves back and makes a motion to say that all was fine with him and the car. Damien is tonguing me more forcefully now—his stubble scratching against my young cheeks as he darts his wet tongue in and out, sucking on my hole so forcefully it begins to hurt, biting it gently and then releasing it. My hands are beginning to slip against the glass, which is increasingly covered with humidity and harder and harder to see out of. Our driver is just a dark figure in the distance now.
“It’s time,” Damien says under his breath, as I hear him spit on his hand once more.
“Prepare yourself, boy.”
The moment Damien begins to enter me, I feel my whole world expanding—like stretching something I’d never been able to stretch before, stretching a muscle that, despite previous fuckings, had been tight and rigid since the beginning of time. I remember the smoke of his cigarette as he followed me home, thought of how quickly smoke spreads far and wide into the air and feel myself spreading like this, opening something ancient and deep within. A jolt rolls like a wave up through my belly and into my chest, where it clings until I moan, finally, an audible release that matches the grimy, spit-riddled euphoria washing over me, stronger and stronger.
He wraps his hands around my hip bones, digging his fingernails into the skin of my groin as he begins pounding me ferociously, his body bursting against my hole and ass, each slap like the sound of a bullet bursting from a pistol (not that I’d ever heard one in real life, although I assumed my guest had). He slows his pace and begins to moan happily with pure ecstasy. I look back at him, my head surely tomato red, and see a smirk on that beautiful face, a deep satisfaction in his black eyes. He pulls his dick out of me before inserting two fingers from each hand and spreading my hole like that for a moment, making me nearly yell in pain and pleasure. I feel a wad of spit enter my hole.
“It’s almost time,” he says, sticking his massive dick back into me, stretching me out once more. He fucks me ferociously, my face now smashed against the window, each thrust so powerful I worry I’ll break right threw the glass, in which case he’d just keep going, he’d just keep going, he’d just keep going…
I remembered, in real life, how he’d awkwardly kissed my cheek.
“I’m cuming, I’m fucking cuming!?” he yells.
In the shower, my dick exploded with my own cum—the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life, the load shooting so far it caught onto my chin. I sat there rubbing myself and trying to gasp in air.
“Fuck,” I whispered, and then I imagined Damien’s face once more. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I said under my breath.
I did not love him. I had just met him. But Goddamn, I wanted to say those words to him and one day mean them. I wanted him
So.
Fucking. Badly.
Chapter 10
Nikolai
The chill of the winter hung in the air as I followed Roman through the frosted gardens behind the manor. The wind whispered through dormant trees, their branches bare and skeletal against the pale sky. The greenhouse loomed in the distance.