Cruel Summer

I bite down on my lips when his hand rubs over my erection outside of my pants, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of another moan.

“It’s because you make me feel these things that I’ve never felt before. This thrill of excitement that I’ve finally met the Harley to my Joker. I could cut your dick off while blowing you and you still wouldn’t leave me.” He pulls back, his lids low as he watched me. “If anything, you’d probably love me more.”

Maximo has never told me that he loves me, nor have I said the words to him, but he knows and he uses it against me. He rubs it in my face.

“You’d definitely stay by my side. Winter, on the other hand, she’s cut from a different cloth. A cloth so thin and useless that it tears apart after a couple of washes.” He draws his hand up my chest before curling his fingers around my throat. “So while I may like fucking her, both mentally and physically, she’s temporary. Eventually, she’ll break and I’ll have no use for her anymore.” His fingers squeeze tighter around my throat until my vision starts to blur. “But in the meantime, you’ll be my perfect little toy soldier and won’t get all petty with jealousy over a tight cunt. Especially not if you want a piece of said cunt as well. Do you understand me?”

Some of the pressure relieves off of my throat and I nod my head shakily as my vision starts to clear up some.

“Good, now all of this foreplay has me ready to go.” He steps back, running his tongue over his lips. “Over to the window.” He points at the spot where our conversation started.

I move over to it, glancing out to find Winter still swimming in the pool. Her chocolate skin glistens with droplets of water and her curls have been flattened as they drip with water.

Maximo comes up behind me and I remain still, other than my fingers gripping the window seal tightly.

His hand wraps around me, pushing under my shirt and stroking my skin. He lets out a murmur of appreciation before the sound of my shirt ripping strips through the room.

His deft fingers move to the zipper of my pants next, making quick work of it. He pushes them down but leaves my boxers. He pushes his hand under the band of the fabric, allowing his fingertips to skate across my cock, teasingly.

“You know I should make you beg after your behavior,” he says lowly. His fingers continue to torture me, his touches slow and languid, as if we have all the time in the world.

Fuck.

I inhale a slow breath, sparks ripping through my body as Maximo’s thumb runs across the slit of my dick. He withdraws his hand and when it appears in front of my face, I automatically open my mouth. My lips have barely parted before he’s forcing his thick thumb inside.

The saltiness of my own precum explodes across my tongue. While the taste isn’t my favorite, the way Maximo fucks my mouth with the digit definitely is.

He removes his fingers, pushing my boxers down to my ankles. I think he’s going to rush this after all, fuck me quickly, but instead, his fingers returns to my mouth. Cool air blows across my bare skin but I ignore the sensation as Maximo’s fingers move into my mouth. They explore as if he hasn’t forced every inch of himself into my mouth before, his tongue, his fingers, his hard dick.

The pad of his thumb draws across my tongue, applying a light pressure and then he’s completely invading my mouth. He adds another finger in, jamming it so far into my mouth that I can’t control the gag that racks my body.

He laughs darkly. “That’s right, suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet.”

I close my lips around his fingers even as he continues to thrust them in and out. I close my eyes, relaxing my throat. I know from experience that fighting the brutal mouth fuck will only result in my gag reflex kicking in. And Maximo doesn’t give a fuck if I vomit on myself or not, he won’t let me go until he gets off.

Being fucked in the contents of my stomach isn’t my thing.

He made me do it once before and while he got me off, I hated it.

He slows down the motion of his fingers and just when I’ve completely relaxed, he suddenly thrusts three fingers into the back of my throat.

Hard.

I choke, coughing as spit drips from my lips. My eyes burn as involuntary tears dance at the corner of my eyes.

“Perfect,” Maximo says. He slides his hand across my face, collecting the saliva. His wet fingers push down my crack, and I know this is the only lubrication I’ll be getting.

“Sometimes, I think about being gentler with you,” he whispers, keeping his voice low even as he rams two fingers into my ass. I flinch at the sudden intrusion before sinking into the burning feel of his fingers spearing inside of me.

“But then I remember little sluts don’t deserve to be treated nicely. They deserve to be treated like the worthless trash they are.” His fingers leave my ass, forcing back into my mouth suddenly and I gasp. His nails scrape across my tongue and a metallic taste mixes with the tang left behind from my ass.

The combination is enough to have me fighting back a gag, but when Maximo’s fingers slam against the back of my throat, I lose the battle.

My vision goes blurry as my eyes water harder and I feel light headed as I sway on my feet a little.

“Say it, Enzo, tell me you’re my little slut and I can be as rough as I want with you.”

I let out a moan as he plunges back into my mouth. For a second, I’m convinced he has all five fingers in my mouth.