Chapter 131 Chapter 29 of the spin-off

Chapter 131 Chapter 29 of the spin-off
Axel Cornell

I take a deep breath, trying to draw in air that seems to have vanished from the room. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic beat echoing in my ears as I watch Bastião kneel in front of me.

He looks up at me with a mischievous smile that promises my ruin and, without delay, takes my length into his mouth all at once.

"Bastião! Fuck..." The cry of pleasure escapes my throat before I can hold it back.

I bury my fingers in his hair, holding his head as I feel the warm, wet pressure of his mouth. It's an overwhelming sensation.

His tongue slides over the head of my dick with a mastery that makes me falter; he sucks so hard my legs almost give out, and I have to lock my knees to keep from falling.

I've never experienced anything like it. The heat of his mouth contrasting with the room's cool air, the rhythmic suction, and the touch of his tongue exploring every millimeter of my head push me to the edge in seconds.

He begins a mesmerizing up-and-down motion, going down to the base and coming back up, always focusing on the head, using his tongue to circle the tip enticingly.

I feel violent chills run down my spine, my breathing turns into a ragged gasp, and I feel pleasure throbbing at the tip of my shaft, ready to explode.

It's erotic, raw, and purely explicit. I feel like I'm going to come just from this contact, but he stops the movement, pulling my dick out.

He licks the entire length, marking the path with warm saliva, and moves down to my testicles, sucking them with an eagerness that makes me let out a high-pitched, drawn-out moan.

"B-Bastião... T-This feels so good... Oh, fuck..." My voice comes out as a thread, completely surrendered.

He pulls back for a second, running his tongue over his own lips, tasting me.

"Now turn around and arch that ass for me," he orders, his voice husky and authoritative.

I obey without hesitation, desire obliterating any shred of reluctance. I rest my hands on the mattress, turning my back to him and arching my ass. I hear the sound of his heavy breathing behind me.

"Ah, what a fucking delicious view," he growls. "I've always dreamed of this moment. I always imagined you like this."

I feel the heat of his face approaching; he rubs his cheek against one of my cheeks, breathing in my scent with a greed that makes me tremble.

"Fuck, you smell so good. I'm addicted to you, Axel. Now do me a favor: put your knees on the bed, lean way down, and use your hands to spread your ass."

Embarrassment tries to invade me for a brief second, but lust speaks louder. I follow his order, sink my knees into the mattress, and lower my torso, leaving my rear completely exposed and elevated. With trembling fingers, I pull my cheeks apart, revealing my intimacy to him.

"That's it, fuck... Goddammit, I almost came just from this view."

I feel his warm breath hit my sensitive skin and let out a needy moan, almost a wail, as I feel the tip of his tongue pass over my hole.

The electric shock makes me jump. Bastião wastes no time and takes my entrance in his mouth, sucking and using his tongue in circular motions, exploring the muscle that twitches involuntarily.

"Holy shit, Axel!"

He eats me out with such eagerness, with such a possessive hunger, that I completely lose track of where I am. It feels way too good, a forbidden, divine sensation that makes my eyes roll back in pleasure.

I can no longer control my hips; I start grinding back against his face, chasing more of that wet, hot contact. Loud, shameless moans fill the room as my head spins, completely surrendered to the visceral pleasure my man gives me.

I feel his tongue penetrate me with a precision that makes me lose my footing.

Bastião uses his good hand to wrap around my length, squeezing hard and starting a frantic stroke while continuing to devour me from behind.

The double pleasure is an electric shock coursing through my spine; the hot tongue exploring my hole and the firm stroke in front are driving me completely wild.

"Bastião! Bastião! Ah!" My scream echoes through the room, stripped of all restraint.

I bury my face in the mattress, muffling my moans, but my body betrays me, arching in search of more. The sensation is overwhelming, a sensory overload that makes my head spin and my muscles shake.

I can't hold back anymore under that double attack and end up coming hard in his hand, feeling the warm spurts dirtying his fingers. He pulls away slowly, and I look over my shoulder, my vision blurry, watching him bring his hand to his lips and suck my cum with a lust that chills me to my core.

"Delicious, fuck. Everything about you is delicious, Axel. Now spread your ass even wider. I want to prep you," he orders, his voice heavy with an authority that makes me obey in total submission.

I sink my knees even deeper into the mattress and pull my cheeks apart harder, exposing myself completely.

He stands up and reaches for the nightstand drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube. I hear the click of the cap, and suddenly I feel the cool liquid pouring directly onto my hole. The thermal contrast makes me gasp loudly, my body reacting to the wetness trickling down.

I feel his finger spreading the lube calmly, tracing the entrance before starting to insert the first one. I tense up by instinct, the muscle clenching around the invasion.

"Relax, Axel. Just enjoy it..." he whispers, his voice working like a balm.

I force my body to relax, making way for him. The first finger goes in easily, exploring the inner walls, soon followed by the second.

The fullness is something I've never felt before, a warm pressure that starts awakening a new kind of need. When he inserts the third and finally the fourth finger, I feel completely stretched, overflowing with lube and desire.

Then, he starts fucking me with his fingers. The rhythm is steady and firm, going in and out at a speed that makes me lose my senses.

"Ah... my God... Bastião!" Moan after moan escapes my mouth.

Suddenly, he curls his fingers inside, pressing a specific spot on my front wall. My prostate. The shock of pleasure is so intense my eyes roll back and my mouth opens in a silent scream.

It's an explicitly delicious feeling, an internal pleasure that reverberates through my whole being. He focuses right there, hitting the spot repeatedly with fast, precise thrusts.

"Fuck, right there! Ah, Bastião... yes! More... please!"

The sound of our skin smacking and the lube squelching fills the room, making everything even hotter and sexier. I feel like I'm about to melt, completely surrendered to the mastery of his fingers prepping me for what comes next.

Bastião keeps hammering my sensitive spot without mercy, taking me to heaven and hell in a succession of spasms I never imagined I could handle.

It's such a visceral sensation, so absurdly good, that my only fear is that he'll stop. Suddenly, I feel a cool emptiness as he pulls his fingers out all at once.

I let out an annoyed, almost animalistic growl, protesting the interruption of my pleasure, but the protest dies in my throat as I feel something much larger, hot and throbbing, fitting against my entrance.