Page 49 of We Own Each Other

Before he could try to get himself back up, I shut the door behind me and crouched down to crawl over him and take a seat on his chest. I admired how his face was perfectly framed between my thighs, his usually perfect hair mussed across his forehead, his cheeks wet with tears and my saliva. In this position, there could be no doubt that he was mine.

Unfortunately, I had failed to take into account my clothes before I got into such a wonderful position, and while I didn’t want to get up and ruin the mood, I also really wanted to take my pants off and stick my little cock in his face.

As if he could read my mind, he craned his neck forward, his tongue reaching out of his open mouth to flick the pull tab of my zipper up. Once it was out where he could grasp it between his teeth, he did, tugging it down until the front of my pants was open.

Petting his head, I whispered:

“Good boy.”

His mouth remained open, tongue flicking desperately, silently begging for me to give it something to lick.

And who was I to deny it that?

Clumsily, I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them and my underwear down my thighs. Luke’s hands, trembling, did what they could, helping lift my legs and bottom up so I could pull off my clothes without getting up off of him, and eventually I was entirely nude from the waist down.

My little cock was twitching out in the open, hovering just above his chin.

It was small and insignificant, and yet Luke’s eyes were so wide and teary, like I was presenting him with a monster that was to force its way down his throat. My entire body burned, and I was ready for some relief. So, as I slid one of my hands behind myself, pressing my fingers against my waiting, flaring hole, I commanded:

“Suck it.”

Luke craned his neck again, and at the same time, I forced two fingers inside myself.

The stinging pleasure of widening my hole, shoving my fingers in and out of myself with a rushed fervency, was nothing compared to the pleasure rushing from my optic nerve as I watched Luke’s tear-soaked face take my minuscule cock into his mouth. His lips were puckered at the base, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Meanwhile, my throbbing cock was steadily being stroked and swirled by Luke’s hot, wet tongue.

It was like shoving myself into a soaked velvet cavern, and it was divine.

I purred, stroking the back of Luke’s head, admiring the soft locks of scarlet hair as they passed through my fingers.

Knowing this beautiful monster was all mine to do with as I pleased, forever, was so satisfying that I was on the verge of cumming from just the thought of it.

But that wasn’t how I wanted to finish.

So, I gripped those lovely red locks in my fist and yanked his head back. The soft pop sound as my dick came free from his lips was almost comical. I couldn’t help but sneer as I commanded:

“Stop.”

I could feel his body tremble beneath me, and those tear-brimmed, bright green eyes were staring up at me with such intense wanting that the cruel side of me wanted to deny him. But my aching backside was craving something of its own, and denying him would only further deny me.

And much like the monster beneath me, whose eyes, though clouded with tears, gleamed with want and desire, I had a ferocious appetite I had no intention of ignoring. Sliding down his body, I pressed my ass against the bulge pushing against the front of his pants.

Once again, clothing foiled all my plans.

Thankfully, like earlier, Luke was all too happy to assist, reaching down to undo his pants. With one hand, he cupped my left ass cheek, squeezing with relish as he gently lifted me up. All the while, he fumbled with his clothes until he could drag them down just enough to free his firm cock.

It slapped my ass with a beautiful, fleshy sound, and as he let my ass go so I could sit fully on him once more, I was disappointed it wasn’t immediately on his raging member. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I leaned forward, pressing my chest to his, our heated breath intermingling while my hand reached back, guiding the head of his cock to my waiting hole.

Luke was shaking beneath me, unable to move because of my last command.

I stroked his shaft, letting his tip just barely breach my insides, all the while I teased:

“That’s right. A good monster doesn’t get to do what he wants.”

Suddenly, his entire body jolted. I froze, hovering over him and staring into his face, trying to read whatever had just happened. Slowly, a smirk spread across his lips. Before I could even question him, and maybe even punish him, his abs tensed beneath me, and he was sitting up.

In an instant, he had flipped me backward, shoving me back into the door behind me. His eyes, bright and emerald, were narrow like a snake’s. They sparkled and gleamed, even as he leaned forward and shadows fell across his features.

He was as beautiful as he was terrifying, and to know I had tamed a creature like him was exhilarating.