For the Fans

by Nyla K.

“Kyran…” he whimpers, and my balls thump. “Suck me.” The shivering groan that leaves my lips is replaced by the head of his cock as I lower onto him. It’s business… It’s just… There’s something going on here… Something is wrong with me because having him in there sends a bolt of lightning zapping through my loins. Avi grunts, then moans on my cock, sucking up, then popping off. “I like the way you taste…”

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.” Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

brush my palm over his nipple through his shirt. He whines, and I swear to God, I’m falling apart right now.

“Holy fffuck…” I groan, dizzy and seeing stars already. It feels bizarre… The burn of doing something wrong that somehow sizzles all my nerve endings with a hidden pleasure I wasn’t sure was there. “You like it?” he rasps, hot breath on my ear flipping me upside down. “No…” I bite my lip to contain the sounds that want to betray my words. “Stop lying to me, you tight, sexy thing,” he growls, then eases another finger inside me.