“Try asking nicely, and maybe I’ll do it”
“Not particularly in the mood to ask nicely.”
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“Try asking nicely, and maybe I’ll do it”
“Not particularly in the mood to ask nicely.”
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“You’re only use right now is to suck me off. So, stop complaining and get it over with already.”
Groaning, she laid on her back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. It was times like this, being locked in her cell, that she got bored easily. “Isn’t there anything interesting I can do around here?” she grumbled, mostly to herself.
Elliot had been walking by the cells when he heard the girls voice. A smirk grew on his plump lips as he made his way towards her cell, curling his fingers against the bars. “I’m happy to report, I have plenty for you to do, sweetheart.”
Pacing back and forth inside her cell, Delilah was pretty much clueless on what’s going on and no one has exactly shed some light upon the situation. So the moment she saw another person, the brunette tried to grab their attention as she hesitantly moved closer to the bars holding her in. “Excuse me?”
Elliot raised an eyebrow at the sound, turning slightly. Seeing a new face wasn’t exactly uncommon here, but he still was surprised. Making his way towards her cell, he clenched his jaw. “How may I be of assistance?” He almost teased, tilting his head to the side as he looked at her.
“My parents WILL find me.”
“I’d let go of that hope, sweetheart. Nobody is going to be finding anyone here.”
She began moving, using the strength in her thighs to lift herself up, his cock sliding out of her until only the head was left inside. She lowered herself once again, fully sheathing his shaft, her head tossed back as a moan ripped from her lips. She repeated the movements and easily built up a steady rhythm, her fingernails clawing down his chest as she rode him.
He let out a small chuckle as soon as he felt the girl begin to ride him. The thought of this originally being a casual conversation left a small smile on his lips. Soon, pleasure overcame his thoughts and the smile left his lips, his eyes crinkling as he clenched his palms. Beginning to circle his hips and flick them up, he allowed himself to go deeper into her.
His arms were wrapped tightly around the male’s body as he rocked into him, the tip of his cock directly hitting his prostate with each and every thrust, causing the boy to cry out in ecstasy. His fingernails dragged along Elliot’s back as he arched off the couch, his hips beginning to move, meeting the male’s thrusts halfway, causing his cock to shove deeper inside of him. “So - so good,” he stammered, though still needing more.
He let out a few pleasurable huffs at the sound of the boys voice, stifling a moan. His fingers ran down his thighs and over his butt cheeks, biting roughly down on his bottom lip at the sight. Slamming his palm down against a cheek, he sped his moves. He watched as the skin grew red as he continued his movements with his palm, not holding back in roughness. “How’s daddy make you feel,” he leaned down, whispering aggressively into his ear, clenching his jaw.
“Can I please suck you dick, Elliot?” Kylie whispered against his lips, loving to hear him moan just by her touch. She stroked his cock, squeezed him a little.
“Uh, uh,” he quickly silenced her, his finger gently lifting up her chin to look at him. “That’ll be daddy to you.” he smirked sheepishly, before nodding once. “You may. Good girl.” he gently bit his bottom lip in anticipation.
Her hands slipped underneath his underwear, fondling one of his balls before she curled her hand around his cock. “Someone seems excited.” She smirked against his lips.
He moaned instantly at the grip of her fingers, his head falling back just in the slightest. “Can you blame me? You look like a god damn angel.”
“Sure you won’t be,” she smirked, finally wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft and guiding it to her cunt. She carefully mounted him, releasing a low moan as his cock slid deep inside of her, her walls instinctively squeezing around it.
His eyes stayed glued to her as she moved, his teeth biting down roughly on his bottom lip. The feel of her walls already squeezing around him, he let out a slight groan. His fingers ran over her chest quickly as he began to rub her breasts, needing to have his hands on her.
His lips pursed in an effort to return the kiss, a groan falling from his mouth once Elliot finally began moving again. It seemed that Jaxson’s pleading had done the trick, and he wound his arms and legs around the master once more as his ass was fucked, his hole constricting tightly around the male’s cock.
His mouth parted slowly as his thrusts increased in speed. His skin was hot at the touch, his thighs shaking beneath him. “Fuck,” he groaned, his senses overwhelming him. His touch and the feel of the cold air hitting his back as well as the moans leaving the boys lips left him unbearably turned on. It was almost as if he couldn’t touch him enough. His fingers staying gripped to the boys thighs as he rocked his hips.
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“Being original isn’t my concern.” he turned his head to the side a bit, his fingers lightly gripping the cell bars. “Anyway, I absolutely love the head strong slaves, makes for a better punishment.”
“‘Course it isn’t and ‘course you do,” he snorted. “You masters are all alike, you know that right? Zero differences beside aesthetic ones. Pretty pathetic.”
"It's like you're looking to get punished." he huffed, his fingers tucking into his belt loops out of frustration as he shook his head a few times.
“What do you say we speed this up a little?” He questioned, quickly sitting up and tugging his black tshirt over his head and onto the floor beside him. “Won’t you help me?” he raised an eyebrow, motioning towards his belt with a smirk.
Kylie smirked mischievously as he removed his shirt and did just the same with her top. Running a hand through his hair, she pulled him closer to kiss his lips, making him stand up as she did. Taking away his hands of his belt, the blonde unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoved them dow, rubbing her her palm against his bulge.
His brown eyes glanced down to the blonde, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he watched her. A low groan left his lips at her touch, his hands wrapping around her backside, returning the kiss.
‘Fuck,” he groaned at her teasing, shaking his head. He hadn’t had the patience to punish her right now, and his member had already undergone enough torture for a while; he couldn’t handle waiting any longer to fill her up. “Put it in, or I will.” he huffed.
She leaned over him, her lips hovering next to his ear. “Which hole, baby?” she asked, reaching behind herself to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock. “Go on, tell me what you want,” she encouraged, knowing that she had full control of him.
He instantly let out a grunt of the feel of her fingers against his cock, leaning his head back in frustration. "I don't care, just do it," he growled. "I wont be under you much longer."