18. Iggy

CHAPTER 18

Iggy

M arley's aggressive thrusts have my body bouncing with both pain and pleasure. The way he's fucking me is demonic. I've never seen Marley on the brink of madness like this. He seems to not care about the aftermath, he's possessed by something or someone. This is the moment where I know he wants more. His cruel treatment of my body assures me he's in this just as much as I am. He just can't admit it. The way Marley informs me of his desire and his need is in line with the earth-shattering fucking he inflicts on me.

"Who do you belong to, slut?"

"You," I pant. "I belong to you."

The words are true; I'm Marley's. There's no denying I'm irrevocably his. I shut my eyes, hating the fact he has such a hold on me. I slap the palm of my hand on the exposed brick wall.

"Who do you belong to, Marley?"

His teeth dig into my shoulder again. His bite's vicious and primal. He pulls back and licks the inflicted wound before kissing his way along my shoulder, up my neck, to the shell of my ear. "You, I fuckin' belong to you. My dick only gets hard for you. Your ass is the only one I want to be in. All I do is think about tearing this tight little hole apart. I want to come deep in your ass and watch as I leak out of you. Knowing I'm the only man that's ever fucked your asshole is the sexiest thing I can think of. I'm fuckin' yours, Iggy. There's nowhere else I'd rather be but in you."

Marley's hands move to my chest and his fingers grip my nipple rings. He tugs at them gently before flicking them. I love my nipples played with, it's the reason I got them pierced. "Fuck. "

"You like that, baby boy? You like having your slutty little nipples played with?"

My arm moves behind my neck and I pull his head down, holding him to me as he keeps pounding into me. Pre-cum drips from my cock. "Yes."

Marley quickens his thrusts. His fingers manipulate my nipples, alternating between inflicting pain and earth-shattering pleasure. "Look at that cock, Iggy. Look down at how it's yearning for release. Should I let you come, slut?"

"Yes, fuck, yes. I want to come."

Marley's laugh is low and husky. "It's too bad that only good boys get to come, not pathetic little whores like you."

"Then punish me," I yell.

The words shock me, and I'm not sure what I want Marley to do. All I know is, whatever he comes up with will rock my body like a nine-point-nine Richter magnitude earthquake.

One of Marley's hands moves down my chest. He grips my shaft, tugging at my cock with expertise, as if he's been doing it for years. His teeth graze my ears as he whispers obscene filth. "You ready to take it all for me, slut?"

"Yes, just fucking do it."

Marley grips my hips and deeply thrusts into me, making me forget where he begins and I end. His hot breath on my ear as he growls, "Scream like you want it."

My mind's a blur, my body igniting as if I've been dropped into a volcano.

Marley releases in me, his body crushing mine, and he chuckles in my ear. "You're gonna clench that ass and keep all my cum inside while I suck you off. If you fuck up and let one drop hit the ground, you'll be a good little pup and clean up the mess with your mouth. Got it, cum dump?"

"You wouldn't dare."

Marley laughs. "Keep talking and I'll show you just how much I would dare. Piss me off enough and I'll make you crawl naked on the streets of Portland."

I know he would definitely not do that because I'd use a safe word. As much as I'm a kinky motherfucker, I draw the line at freezing my ass off in October.

I turn around and look Marley directly in the eye. "Why don't you shut up and get on your knees?"

Marley smiles and falls before me. My eyes can't focus on anything but this man's mouth kissing my cock. His tongue darts out as he licks the head of my dick before he opens his mouth and places me inside.

"That's it, Marley," I grunt as my fingers twist in his hair. "Who's the little bitch now?"

My fingers lace in his hair as I tug his head back so his eyes meet mine. Smiling, I spit on his face, mimicking what he did to me only last night. Tears roll down his eyes and he gags with the full throttle of my hips, pushing my cock deeper into his throat. I long to brand him, to have my dick imprinted on his flesh. "You like that, huh, gagging like a whore? Bet you dream about suffocating on this dick, don't you, slut?"

Marley's eyes widen as the corners of his lips twitch. Even with his mouth full of my dick, he's still trying to be the aggressor .

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Marley?" I grunt as I slam into him. "What makes you think you can put demands on me and then not give up anything yourself?" The anger I feel toward him twists in me, unleashing some sort of beast who wants to claim every part of him. I want to lock him away from the world and keep him safe. There is a vise in my heart so strong I'm scared it will crush me. A vise he placed there and now, there's nothing I can do to rid myself of it.

"How dare you make me love you!" As soon as I say the words, my head falls back and I come down Marley's throat with a groan.

Marley smiles as my spent cock falls from his mouth. He rises off the ground and tilts his head, gazing at me with something akin to wonder.

"What?" I ask.

He grips my neck, dragging me to him, and places his lips on mine. His cum-covered tongue pushes through and he kisses me with my flavor still in his mouth. I've never tasted my cum before, always thought it'd be gross, but there's an eroticism to this I'll never be able to explain. The depravity of the kiss should shock me, but its messy and demented nature makes it real, potent, and powerful.

"You trying to top me from the bottom, pup?" Marley asks as he pulls away from me. There is a tug at my scalp from the firm pull of Marley's hand. My eyes focus on his black motorcycle boots. There are a few drops of semen on the scuffed-up toe. "You made a little mess. Be a good little puppy and clean it up."