22. Zeke

22

ZEKE

M y ass was on fire. Vito’s cock stretched me impossibly wide. I knew letting him top me was a crazy idea. It had been too long, and he was so fucking aggressive, but he was right. I wanted this, needed it. I wanted to surrender to him, to let him take care of me. I’d been carrying too much for too long, and I just needed to wallow in pleasure, to do what I was told, and to be rewarded with the intense pleasure he could give me.

I could still feel the imprint of his hand where he’d spanked me. It burned, but not as bad as my hole. At one point I was sure he’d literally split me open. Was he really not all the way in yet? How much more could I take?

My mind screamed for me to fight him, to get away, to save myself, but I was tired of trying to save myself and failing.

I wasn’t sure who would win in a fight between me and Vito, but I was sure neither of us would come out unscathed. If I wanted him off me, I could free myself, I could fight, I could do something more than give in to the temptation of letting him have whatever he wanted, but I wasn’t going to. I needed him like I needed air.

For so long I’d been needing something that would really make me feel alive. No matter how big the win, succeeding at the tables never did it. Fucking all the men who chased after me because they wanted to fuck a hockey star, all the ones who saw how powerful I was, how hard I could fuck them, not one of them ever truly gave me what I craved. But with Vito? Jesus. It felt so good. My cock was dripping precum, and I was so hard it hurt. I knew Vito was going to push me further than anyone ever had, and I was going to love every second of it.

He pulled out, and I groaned. The slick drag of his cock felt like heaven. When he drove back in hard, I gasped. He went deeper than I thought possible. I was so fucking full.

“See. I knew you could do it. I’m all the way inside you.” As if to make sure I knew he was telling the truth, he ground his pelvis against my sore ass, and I felt his balls smack against mine. “Tell me how it feels.”

I bit my lip to hold in a moan. It was so fucking good. It didn’t matter that it hurt or that I thought somehow his cock might be in my throat cutting off my air.

“So fucking good,” I managed to say. He slapped my ass, and I whimpered. “More. So full. I think your cock is choking me.”

He laughed, and I squeezed my ass around him. His hand went to the back of my neck. “Do that again.” I did. “That’s fucking heavenly.”

“Vito?”

“Yes?”

“I need you to take me. Please. I need it hard. I need you to use me like you promised.”

“Jesus.”

He kept his hand on my neck, pinning me down as he pulled almost all the way out, then he drove in so hard I jolted toward the head of the bed. He kept me immobilized as he slammed his cock into me. It hurt and felt so fucking good at the same time. He really was going to destroy me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and he never slowed. He fucked me on and on.

I writhed, trying to push back into him, to take him even deeper. Finally, he shifted his grip to my hips, and I leveraged myself up on my hands so I could move. I shoved my hips back into him. “Need all of you.”

“Fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

“Yes. Fuck me.” He tilted my hips. changing the angle, and suddenly his cock was sliding right over my sweet spot. I saw stars. “Too much.”

“No, just right,” he growled.

I was so close. Right there. I reached under myself to grab my dick, but he slapped my ass so hard I yelped.

“Hands on the mattress. Don’t even think about touching yourself. If I want a hand on your cock, it will be mine.”

“Then do it. I need to come.”

“Not until I say you’re ready.”

“No.” I reached for my cock again. He grabbed my arm and doubled it up on my back. Then he pulled all the way out, and I gasped. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I growled. “Make me come.”

“You’re so full of fight. I love it.”

“Let go of me, and I’ll fight you. You’ll regret it.”

“Turn over.” He ordered.

“What?”

“Turn over and hold your legs up, or you’re never going to get to come.”

He let go of my arm and tried to flip me over. I fought him at first, but ultimately gave in because I needed his dick more than I needed to control what position we were in.

“If I’d known you’d be this fucking good,” he said as he loomed over me, stretching my arms over my head and holding me there with a tight grip on each of my wrists. “I would never have let you get away in Vegas.”

I wondered if I would have let myself go like this back before I was deeply in debt, before I’d screwed up my chances in Vegas.

“I’m going to have to make up for lost time,” he said as he pushed into me again.

I sucked in my breath. “Why are you so fucking good at this?”

“Because I was made for you.”

“That’s insane.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

He drove into me, going deep. I tried to fight him, to free my hands and get ahold of my cock. I needed friction. I needed to come.

“Beg me,” he demanded.

“No.”

“Then you won’t come tonight.”

He slowed his strokes, and I hooked my legs over his shoulders. “Maybe I can choke you like this.”

He laughed. “You won’t because you’d never get my cock again.”

“I—”

Before I could say more, he took hold of my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and pleasure shot through me. He worked me using rough strokes, fucking my ass wildly like an animal. It was the best thing I’d ever felt.

“So close,” I gasped.

“Come for me.”

Heat blazed through me, and I cried out as cum shot from my cock so hard it hit my chin.

“Such a good slutty boy. That’s right, you’re doing so good for me.”

The orgasm seemed to go on and on until I finally collapsed, not even sure if I was conscious until Vito pulled back and shoved his thick cock into me again.