Chapter 134: Chapter 32 of the spin-off

Axel Cornell

It's beyond erotic; the scent of a man and the feeling of having him dominated by my mouth leave me intoxicated. I lick the entire length like an ice cream, sliding my tongue up and down before swallowing him again as far as my throat allows.

"Fuck!" he roars, his hands now buried in my hair, guiding the rhythm. "Go deeper... suck my balls now, Axel. Explore everything."

I move down, licking the base and taking one of his testicles into my mouth, feeling the sensitive skin as he trembles under my touch. I return to the shaft, sucking the head rapidly, making his hips arch involuntarily.

"Ah, goddammit! You learn way too fast..." he moans, his voice cracking. "Keep going... At this rate, I won't last until the food gets here."

I keep working, deeper and wetter each time, focused solely on feeling every reaction of his body and tasting every drop of pleasure I'm giving him.

I pull his dick out of my mouth with a wet pop, feeling my lips tingle. I start stroking him lightly, keeping my eyes locked on his, defiant and completely surrendered all at once.

"Fuck my mouth, sir," I beg, my voice coming out as a whisper loaded with lust.

Bastião's eyes dilate instantly, his irises almost disappearing into the blackness of his pupils. His breath turns into a heavy growl. He stands up from the couch, grabs my face with both hands, and, without warning, begins to fuck my throat.

It's rough, fierce, and savage. He shows no mercy. I feel his length hit the back of my throat, making me gag and cough, but I don't pull away; I want this dominance, I want to feel his strength claiming every inch of me.

Tears spring to my eyes from the gag reflex, but the pleasure I feel is ten times greater. Taking advantage of being naked under the shirt, I grab my own dick, masturbating frantically to the rhythm of his thrusts into my mouth.

"Ah, Axel... fuck... what a delicious little mouth you have," he roars, pushing my head down hard, making me swallow his dick whole.

He pulls my head back by the hair, forcing a choking sound out of me before slapping his thickness against my cheek, dirtying my face with his pre-cum.

"Open your mouth."

I obey, completely submissive, feeling the heat of the moment burn my skin.

"Stick your tongue out."

I do as he orders, and he begins rubbing the head of his dick against my tongue, moaning loudly. I focus back on the pleasure, letting go of my own shaft to grip his thighs, focusing solely on the feeling of getting fucked in the mouth.

The rhythm turns violent; the sound of flesh smacking against my lips and the noise of suction fill the living room. The sensation is so intense, so raw, that I feel my body short-circuit. My eyes roll back, losing my senses, and I come without even touching myself, purely from the pleasure of being dominated by him like this.

Bastião lets out a guttural moan and accelerates his hips in one final, desperate thrust against my throat. I feel the warm spurt of his seed going down, and I swallow it all without hesitation, tasting every drop of his essence. When he finally pulls out, I run my tongue over his tip, licking away any remnant of cum, leaving him spotless.

I cough twice, trying to catch my breath, while he runs his thumb over the corner of my mouth, wiping away the trail of saliva and cum.

"You're way too wicked, sweetheart," he says, his voice still trembling. "If I didn't control myself, I would've fucked you right on the floor and then put you on all fours on this couch to finish the job."

I let out a soft laugh, wiping my eyes.

"Well... I wouldn't have complained."

He shakes his head, smiling tenderly.

"You're no good. But we need to take it slow; you lost your virginity today and you need to rest."

He helps me up, worried.

"Does your mouth hurt? Your throat?"

I kiss his chin fondly.

"Don't worry, it only hurts a little bit, but it's already passing."

He wraps me in a slow, calm kiss, resting his forehead against mine for a long second.

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I always will," I reply, feeling my chest burst with happiness.

Knocks at the door interrupt the moment. Bastião quickly fixes his pants and goes to answer the delivery guy. I step back into the shadow of the hallway so the driver doesn't see me in just a shirt. He pays with his phone, grabs the food, and comes back to me.

"Let's go to the kitchen to eat."

We head to the kitchen, and the smell of the food is wonderful, waking up a hunger I didn't even know I had.

I get up to grab the juice from the fridge, sit back down, and we start having dinner.

It's a quiet, comfortable moment, where the only sound is the clinking of cutlery.

I truly love this calm; I love knowing that after the storm of the mafia, this is my refuge.