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The sheets aren’t dirty yet but they already feel tainted by the impurity of your current meeting with Nacho. He’s unusually stressed, he always is to some degree when he calls you. He sounded aggressive, demanding over the phone, like he wasn’t asking you to come the crappy hotel you now sat in; he would make you either way and frankly, his control over you turned you on. The role of a controversially young fucktoy is simple, attend to your master’s needs when he asks you to and don’t tell a soul. The secrecy of your role didn’t have a clear reason to you, Nacho was a man of few words (well, clean ones anyways) so he had never explained fully. You could only assume, that outside the bedroom he was a man of high standing somewhere, somehow.
His favourite game to play when the two of you were together was to make you sit bare on the bed beneath him, with him staring down at you, not a single touch exchanged from either party. Watching you squirm under the intensity of his gaze was the hottest thing to him, it got him rock hard every time. However, judging from his demeanour, tonight wasn’t a silent tension type of night. He needed you- fast and hard.
As soon as your ass hit the bed, he charged towards you, strained bulge in his pants almost directly against your face.
“Don’t look at me, get it out.”
Rushing to action, you tore down the coarse zipper of his pants, pulling them down his pronounced hip bones, then freeing his cock from his boxers. You had always thought it was the prettiest dick you had ever seen, tanner than the rest of his body, about six and a half inches, uncut with large pronounced veins running from the hilt, nestled in a tidied bed of dark hairs. Before you could take a moment to admire it, he began pushing your mouth open with his large, soft tip, once your mouth had been pried open, he shoved his whole length inside it with no warning. Holding back a gag, in fear of disappointing him, you strained your eyes to look into his, yours filled with a pleading expression, his filled with a dark cloud of lust as he fucked your throat mercilessly.
With both hands now buried deep in your hair, almost painfully, he grunted under his breath “Fucking good bitch,” tears formed in your eyes as your throat began to ache “You like that dick?”
All of a sudden, he pulled the entirety of himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air and wiping away the string of drool that had fallen from your mouth.
“Tell me.” He tightened one of his hands around your hair and used his other hand to grab you by the jaw and force your face close to his.
“Yes- fuck- yes I love it.” you slurred through his tight grip, wondering how you’d explain a hand mark on your face to your friends and family for at least the next week.
Dropping your head so you drooped over yourself, he began to step out of his bottoms, leaving his hard cock to lay against the hem of his shirt. Part way through undoing his bottoms, he pushed your limp body down to the bed by the chest, so you splayed against the sheets, watching Nacho free himself from his shirt, exposing his muscular torso.
Diving onto the bed and crawling towards you like an animal, he pushed your legs apart, revealing the gathering wetness leaking from you. Hungrily, he pushed a hand up from your stomach to your left breast, grasping it beneath his hand, he lowered his head to run his mouth over your nipple, looking up at you with his dark, handsome eyes. Yelping as he bit down on the plush flesh of your breast, you pushed your thighs together, only for him to push them back apart and rise so his leaking tip knocked your clit.
Wrapping a hand around your neck, he spat down at you, “You’re only mine, you hear me, my bitch.”
“Yes..” you whined quietly, too quietly for his taste.
He gave you a small but firm slap across the face that sent electric shocks through your body straight down to your pussy.
“Yes I’m yours, only yours, please, fuck me.” you moaned, as he dragged your thighs around his hips and began to tease your hole. As you descended into a babbling mess, he finally pushed himself inside you slowly, painfully.
“So fucking tight.” He hissed, pinning your wrists to the bed, as his tip grazed your cervix, causing a desperate mewl to escape your lips.
Resting his head against your neck, occasionally grazing the soft and supple skin with his teeth, Nacho’s thrusts began to gain speed as he pounded you against the mattress, pushing his sweaty torso against yours as you writhed against him.
Wrapping two hands from your breasts to your back directly behind them, he pulled you upright onto his lap, forcing you to sit and ride him looking directly into his unwavering gaze. The sound of your wetness drenching the length of his shaft filled the room, your exhausted half-hearted bounces on his dick forced him to grasp your waist and lift you up and down, as you struggled to even keep your eyes open. He didn’t move his gaze away from your face for a second, as your hips moved together in an awry harmony. It was only when his own eyelids began to grow heavy, you knew he was nearing his orgasm, and it spurred you on to fuck back against him as hard as you could.
“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, his grip on your body tightening, as he cocked his head back to savour the feeling of you wrapped around him, his thrust becoming uneven and sporadic, forcing you to take charge.
Soon, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly and he let his head fall back forward to catch the desperate look on your face as you rode him with all the intensity you could muster. With a final open-mouthed groan you felt his cock twitch as he came deep inside you.
For the first time ever, he let you collapse against him, even caressing your head as he regained his breath- and in that very moment you wished you would never have to leave.