Chapter 63: Rotten Desires)

Alan's POV

He widened his eyes at me, panting softly as he stepped closer.

I kept moving back with hate in my eyes. He ruined my plan of dying. He was angry with the way he stared.

I just aired my opinion.

"Do you think death is the end of everything?" He asked like though he was hypnotizing me with that look.

"Just kill me!" I yelled throwing my hands in the air and fusing at him.

He used the front rear of the gun and rubbed his ear, he then let a dirty smile on his lips.

"Good, then i'd kill you after fucking you!" He roared and just a step closer, he grabbed my hair.

Shit! I was done for. His grip was so firm I felt he'd rip off my hair, dragging me through the bloody ground.

My feet stomp on the dead bodies around and he slammed me to a pillar close by.

I was jittery, trying to control my breath and grappled my throat, pressing me so hard that i kicked my legs.

He should have just killed me earlier in that hotel, he kept slamming my back on the wall and my head accidentally hit the pillar.

I winced but his presence made me focus on the sensation. My fevered skin as he tore my shirt apart.

He was a fan with wretching things with his powerful hands. My dick pre-cum as he as he unzip my pants, dragging my waist to slam against his cock.

I was turning red, nausea from the bloody sweat and irritated but then Darius made me lose my mind.

He welcomed me with an open-mouth kiss, that took my breath away and i was quivering.

His body fused on me and his coat carass my stomach, the heat was terrible and his touch ignite desire that I wish to break out of.

He trapped me to the wall, his tongue licked my nose, my cheeks like a dog and I tried to wrestle as I drains every breath in me.

The pillar wall was rough and I guess my back would sustain scratches. He heaves a sigh, releasing me.

He pulled me from the wall and pushed me to the ground. His fingers rake his hair and I suck my breath.

I placed my arms on my stomach as it aches, my eyes followed him as he dragged a seat, placed in front of me and sat.

He took out a cigarette and lighter from his breast pocket to smoke. He inhaled deeply and then poured the smoke of my dick.

His shocking possessive gaze on my dick that I nearly melted anticipating.

"Touch yourself"

A sharp spasm of need shoots inside me and I lay down on the cold ground, touching my sensitive parts, I slipped two fingers inside my butthole, gasping and rotating those fingers mildly.

He losen his belt and let out his dick which harden as I touch myself to please him.

I was shivering, my nose hot as he spread his legs to entertain his eyes.

"Come closer, in that position" he ordered and I crawl with my front facing up and my back down closer.

He grabbed my knees dragging me closer, I was so uncomfortable as he spread my legs to have a lustful glance at my butthole.

"Fuck! Alan, your body is as pretty as you are" he complimented with the cigarette almost falling off.

I was scared if perhaps he'd burn my butt hole, he took out the cigarette as though reading my eyes and then lowered it at my butthole.

I squiver, feeling the intense hit and imagining how it'd burn me.

"Darius please, don't it" I cried scared and screeching.

"But you wanna die pretty boy, you'd forget the pain when you're in your grave" he mocked almost driving the hot cigarette tip into my ass and I cried.

Oddly enough he only scoffed at me and threw the cigarette over my head.

Then he took the apex of my legs to wrap his waist and I was being stretched out.

He could see my butthole throbbing clearly as I pressed my hand to the ground trying to control the burst of pleasure that was already dwelling inside me.

It felt I was some flexible whore as he ram his dick in my hole, he let out a gasp not moving but just pumping and fusing inside my hole.

"Alan, Alan, pretty fucking Alan" he sang as though high on drugs and torturing my body in that position.

My hands were shaking as he kept spreading my thighs apart and then began to thrust slowly.

I could tell I almost summersault but his arms were around my waist, holding me firm from falling.

My stomach press in and out and I was bath in my sweat with each thrust driving me insane.

He took my hands and haul me to sit properly on his thighs.

My hands lazily went around his neck as he fucked me properly, kissing my neck, bitting my flesh and having to make my heart fluster.

I couldn't even rise because i'd fall as my feet were resting on his stomach.

He pulled out and my lustful eyes glanced at his dick which nudge mine.

He pushed me away from him and I almost fell to the ground but I maintained a balance.

He hide his dick back in his pant and stood up, strained his body and then pulled me by the hair again.

He was anger and certainly mad at me, that's why he'd try to hurt my feelings but fuck, he was just making me pleasurable.

Darius wouldn't hurt me, perhaps, he wants me to realize that he'd replace peris and would be missing this part of him if I died.

He bang my waist on the table, I threw one of my legs around his waist and then he brought out his dick again and plunge it on my butthole.

His bloody body rub against mine and I moaned. I felt every ounch of his concealed body on mine and I couldn't fight the sensation.

He should have let me died, it was a breathtaking awareness. He kissed me hard, our teeth bruising each other as he bites my lips hard.

Tremors rose in the wake of his touch, he took his lips away as I placed my hand on his head driving my hips for him.

"Argh, Darius... you're driving me insane" I confessed throwing my head to the back.

His hands tingles ricocheted as he was throbbing inside my hole with essential speed.

The evocative stroll on me as he fucked me in with anger, his hands draped my arms.

Then he made me sit on the table, taking off his shirt and going completely naked before me.

Argh, the excellent molecular structure of his dick and that ring at the tip was certainly ready to devour me.