60. Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Fifty-Nine

When I came here, the last thing I expected was for us to be in this position. Him beneath me, craving my cock. I expected him to be angry, to kick me out, to yell at me and tell me never to come back.

I didn't think he'd missed me the way I missed him.

Okay, bullshit.

I knew he missed me, but I didn't expect him to admit it. I thought I'd have to force it out of him.

I really thought nothing would happen between us because he'd keep denying himself. That I'd have to keep fighting him, wearing him down until he finally gave in.

And he did give in, but it was easier than I thought. Of course that isn't why I left, but he is the reason I came back. Staying away was too hard. It was lonely. Boring. I missed him. I need him. It took so much effort to not come here. But now here I am, on his bed, eating his ass, jerking him off, getting him ready to take my cock.

"Had I known you'd be so eager for me, I'd have left sooner," I say, getting to my knees and reaching for the lube.

"Asshole," he mutters.

I pour lube onto my hand and work it through his crease, shoving a finger inside him without hesitation. He hisses. It probably hurt a little, but he'll get used to it. I won't do anything to really hurt him. I mean, if the guy can take me carving my name into his skin, he can take me shoving things into his ass without more prep. I won't do anything that'll cause lasting harm, but Justin likes a little pain with his pleasure. Which is the hottest fucking thing I've ever witnessed.

"The sooner you relax, the better. I need to be in you right fucking now, so I'm not taking time to loosen you up."

He clenches around me, telling me he likes that idea.

After a few thrusts, I add a second finger and more lube. I press down on his prostate and he shivers, groaning into the mattress.

"Have you been making yourself come while I was gone?" I ask him, slowly teasing his p-spot. "Answer me, Justin."

"Yes," he says.

Don't like that. Not at all. The image of him jerking his dick is hot, but only if I'm standing in front of him to take his cum.

"Don't do it again," I demand. "No one touches this dick without my permission. It's mine."

"Yes, okay," he whimpers, grinding his ass against my fingers. "Just fuck me already."

"Did you think about me?" I ask, pulling my fingers out and lubing my dick up. He's getting me bareback today. No way in fuck do I want anything between us. Not even something as thin as a condom.

"Yes," he breathes out.

"Tell me."

I line the head of my cock up and press forward. His greedy hole sucks me in right away, taking all of my cockhead. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I let out a long satisfied sound.

"Fuck," he hisses, burying his face in the mattress.

I slap his ass and he whimpers. "Tell me what you thought of."

"You on your knees for me. Sucking me off."

"Oh yeah? You like when I get on my knees for you?"

"Fuck yes," he answers.

Hm, hadn't thought that would be what he'd think about while jerking off, but I guess it makes sense.

I push a little deeper, and still he so easily takes me in.

"What else?" I growl.

"Fucking my face."

I raise a brow, pausing. We haven't done that. Yet he was thinking about it.

"You want me to fuck your face, baby?"

"Yes!"

"Come down your throat?"

"Yes, please," he says.

Oh, fucking hell.

"That will definitely happen, just not tonight."

I push into him, sliding in the rest of the way. He breathes a heavy sigh of relief, but I give him only a second to gather himself before I start fucking him hard and fast.

I missed him. Missed this ass. His body. The way he looks at me. His smell. His voice. His defiance. The way he loves my cum. Every goddamn thing about him.

"You're mine, Justin Lorenzetti. Fucking mine."

He moans a sound of approval low in his throat, and I keep fucking him, knowing I'm not going to last long.

"I'm going to cum in this tight ass of yours. You're going to take it all."

His ass clenches and his moans grow louder.

"Don't come yet," I tell him. "Not yet."

"I need to come," he tells me.

"Well fucking hold it in," I growl, fucking him harder and chasing my own orgasm. I'm going to come in his ass, then I'm going to suck him off so he comes down my throat.

"I can't. Fuck, Sev, I can't!"

"You can and you will." I grab his dick, squeezing tight. So tight it must hurt. "Save that cum for my mouth, baby. Let me fill this ass and take you down my throat."

He lets out a string of curses while I pound into him. His dick throbs in my hand, and I'm sent over the edge. I still, my cock pulsing in his tight ass, releasing inside him. He's milking every last drop from me while complaining that he needs to come.

I pull out of him and turn him over, replacing my dick with my fingers and taking him into my mouth. His hips buck up, his cock down my throat. I stroke his prostate. His hands are in my hair. I take him as deep as I can go, swallowing his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

His dick pulses, his cum spurting down my throat. I swallow every drop, loving the way his ass clenches around my fingers with how hard he's coming. It seems to last forever, and I take every last drop of him. When he's done, I crawl up beside him and pull him to my side.

"If you ever try to leave me, I will have to kill you," I whisper, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

He chuckles and pats my arm like I'm joking.

But I'm not fucking joking.

Justin Lorenzetti is mine. And anyone who gets in the way of that, will die. Including him.