His deepest desire was to watch me unfold. He wanted to see me turn myself inside out. Figuratively, he wished to know what was brewing within me; physically, he actually wanted to see my insides, my guts.
Once he’d seen that deeply, penetrated my inner world and infiltrated my guts, I didn’t want to let him escape. I wanted to wrap him up inside of me, and keep him there forever. He already knew I’d want to keep him here. Keep him watching me, and coming to me, and cumming in me.
I was going to make myself his most sacred slut. He once admitted that he was shy, which I was able to gather. Yet, he was a man that knew exactly what he wanted. For, it was what we both wanted. His desire to control people and situations sometimes manifested itself in the habit of him sitting back, being quiet, gaining all the information available about a person, situation, etc. I could always sense an immense desire for the need to know—to understand—which is a need to control, to have power. Are we still talking about him, or am I simply being reflective?
“Cum for me.”
I couldn’t take no for an answer. I wanted him to make me his carnal angel of luxuria. He took me; in that moment, I was completely his. Never minding all the semen I’d swallowed, before his arrival.
“Say it again, sir. I am yours.” At least, for tonight.
I loved hearing him call me his Heavenly Whore, his perfect pussy boy. He had a gift of making my boy-pussy hungry for him, swollen with passion. He knew that. He knew he made me eager for a taste of his sweet love.
His magic. His power. His destiny.
“Good, grow that hunger deep in your pussy guts,” he growled, stroking the fat head of his throbbing cock. I brushed the swollen lips of my hole against him.
“Get deep inside my guts, daddy,” I growled back.
He pounded, and pleasured, and bred my hole several times that night. The look on his handsome face, while the heavy streams of his load trickled down between the mounds of my derrière, was that of concupiscent possession. The two becoming one, we overflowed with a viscous virility. All the while, upon my hands and knees, I begged him to continue until yet another stream of his sweet seed exploded within me.
“Yes, daddy,” I began. “You’ve been away from home for far too long.”
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