“You think, because your parents have money, because you get to live in a fancy building, that you’re better than the rest of us, right? Stockholm syndrome for my flesh, a compliance Emmett took full advantage of as he dug and corkscrewed inside me.”Wait,” I croaked, when he jerked himself out of my mouth again. Gay sex I tried to nod, instead.No teeth. Slick fingers brushing across my hole, the motion swift but still enough to remind me of just what I’d promised him once before. And, for that matter, how I’d renewed that promise now.The sound of his belt buckle seemed extra-loud. A finger quickly becoming two, then three; easier this time, as though my hole remembered how he’d treated it the last time, and had already given up any pretense of resistance. His balls pressed against my chin and the scent of him, the heat of him filling me. Knowing I had to be obvious in my staring, too, yet unable to stop. “If not ‘sir,’ then what should I call you?” Emmett continued.I shrugged. Half naked and dripping, my cock rigid as he mauled me.
