Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Angel’s limp, his body utterly relaxed as I move him onto his front, then maneuver his head so he has easy access to air. I thought seeing his ass now wouldn’t be all that intense after showering together, but the view of his buttocks, shaped like a heart just above the lowered boxers, makes my head spin until thinking is a foreign concept.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to bury my hard cock in his ass, and then come inside while he sleeps through it, never judging me for my choices. And, fuck, those little sighs he makes? They’re driving me crazy.
This whole evening feels like a slide into madness, and I’ve never known anything better.
I rest my cock on his buttock, and he doesn’t move, but his breath hitches. I don’t even know what’s better. The sleazy fantasy of defiling him in his sleep, or the reality that he’s letting me do this and going along with it.
As much as I want to do everything to him tonight, I don’t have lube with me, and frankly, I don’t feel ready. I know what to do, but it’s all too much tonight, and I’m already on the verge of orgasm. On the night I get to fuck his ass, I might jerk off before coming to see him so I can last more than three seconds.
On the other hand, it’s a hot fantasy that since he’s asleep, he wouldn’t know or care. Still, a step too far into self-humiliation even for me.
I roll my palm over the small of his back, wondering whether I should make it the target for my cum. Maybe I should aim between the shoulder blades? Then again…
With my cock resting on his thigh, I pull apart his ass cheeks, and no one can stop me from staring at his little pink hole for as long as I like. It looks plump, ripe, and so delicious lust crashes through me with the speed of a race car. The time for overthinking is over. I’m hypnotized by the view before me, a warm, tight opening in Angel’s limp body, and I know that this is where I want to see my cum.
Each stroke feels deep, as if I’m reaching inside my body, past the base of my cock, to the seat of all desire. I can’t stop it.
I need to come.
By this point in my life, jerking off quietly is second nature. I keep one of his cheeks pulled to the side for a good view and lower myself over him so I can rub my cockhead against the delicate skin of his opening. In my twisted dream, he’s sleeping peacefully after an orgasm he’s not even aware of, but thanks to it, his slumber is even deeper, so he has no idea a monster in human skin is getting off on him, assessing the most private parts of his body.
Angel lets a little moan slip out, then smacks his lips as if it’s nothing.
My balls tighten, and I can’t take it anymore, heat washes over me with the intensity of falling into hell. I deserve it for my fantasies, but the few seconds of climax are empty-brained bliss.
I don’t think, just feel and watch. Blood throbs in my gums as I release sticky goo right over the pink pucker. I gasp for air and mumble to myself in a whisper.
“You’ll be so dirty and sticky when you wake up with your shorts at your knees…”
But Angel says nothing, because he’s asleep, and I’m selfishly using his body to make myself come.
Once he wakes up, he will wonder what happened to him at night, and maybe even wonder about the unusual taste in his mouth…
Still aroused despite my erection flagging, I press two of my fingers to his soft lips. There’s cum on them, and in this moment, I want this pretty boy to taste me. My digits go in, and I shiver with pleasure as I roll them over his soft, warm tongue. It feels sweet as I move my fingers back and forth, rubbing my cum in.
I lean down to inhale the scent of his wet hair, and with my other hand, I find the cleft of his ass. I spread my cum there too, thrilled every time my fingertips slide over his anus and dip in a little.
It’s wrong.
It’s good.
I’ve never felt more sinful.
I’ve never felt more like a man.
It’s heaven and hell all at once.
“And you’ll never know when I come visit again, pretty thing,” the predator whispers from within me as I pull away, spent, tired, and so sated all my usual unspoken anxiety has melted away.
I leave his clothes dishevelled, but pull the comforter up over him before slipping off the bed.
I’m not much of a drinker, but I feel tipsy from pleasure, as though a weight I wasn’t aware I was carrying has dropped off my shoulders. I go back to the bathroom for my clothes and grab a blanket off the sofa on the way back. Angel’s moved since I left him, but his expression is blissful.