Tell Me a Lie

by Brianna Flores

It feels like I'm not me, no longer able to make any conscious decisions as I become a slave to my arousal. It's like sitting on a boat without paddles and letting the ocean's waves decide my route.

But as he moves faster, sinks down on every thrust harder and harder, I lose the fight and end up taking his slim hips in a bruising hold so I can move his body up and down my length like the perfect little cocksleeve he was born to be.

"Poor baby. Just needed this little hole filled, huh?"

"Slutty baby," I lean down to kiss him, and though he kisses me back, sucks on my tongue like he’s desperate for it, I don’t miss it when he rolls his eyes at me. "Your little hole is so fucking needy, just desperate for a cock, huh?" "Yours." He nods his head. "You, please," he breathes,

"I’ll come," I warn him, but he only mumbles a whiny little yes before trying again to fuck himself on my cock. Such a demanding little bottom, so fucking needy and desperate for it that I let him.

I loosen the hold I have on him and just stand there while he moves his body up and down the length of my dick. "Pretty baby. You want that, huh? Want me to fuck a load right in you."

"You want it?" I can’t answer, but he doesn’t expect me to. "Of course you do. Such a fucking slut for it, for me."

"Come in me. Lucas, please," he pants, his chest rising and falling with every harsh breath. "Just fill me up." He moans, runs his hands over his torso, and pinches his nipple as he arches his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over his creamy skin. "We should, you should always be in me. Just fuck me full of come and plug me up so it stays in me."

He’s always loud, my slutty baby, but he’s almost screaming now. He’s mumbling obscenities about my come and his hole and just how good it all feels. I adore him.

"Free use, huh? Should I be worried about how you even know that term?" "Should I be worried you do?” he quips back. All I do is smile against his skin, loving that it’s all under me. Mine for the taking. “I read a lot. Like, dirty books."

"Poor baby. We can get you a fake cock. You think I’d let anyone else near this hole?" I shake my head, answering my own question. "Who does this ass belong to, Sage?" I’ve never been one for this kind of talk, but I’m not surprised that he’s bringing it out of me. And when he eagerly tells me that it’s mine, that he belongs to me, I can’t help but pump my hips harder.