Ruthless Spring

He lets out a small moan of delight as I gasp for breath. He pulls back, looking me in my eyes and I know this is his favorite. That moment when neither one of us knows if he’s going to let me live or die.

After a few moments, he releases me and I gasp, heaving in for breath.

His hands are pulling my shirt apart before I can get a full handle of myself, the buttons flying everywhere and clicking against the tile floor.

The air brushes against my skin as he pushes my shirt completely off, tossing it to the side. It’ll join the group of my other clothes that have ended up in the trash from his rough handling.

He grips my neck with his hand, meeting my eyes and I inhale a sharp breath, licking my lips as he continues to watch me intensely. I’d be a liar if I said I don’t enjoy his dominant possessiveness of me just as much as he does, if not more.

The moments that he reminds me I’m his and no one else's.

The moments that I think he just may love me.

He wraps his hand around my throat.

And then I remember that he loves absolutely nothing.

“I’m going to fuck you long and hard, and you’re going to be quiet, or I’ll choke you until you pass the fuck out before I finish fucking you. Do you understand me, Enzo?”

I nod my head. “I understand.”

“Good, now turn the fuck around. Arms on the desk, head down, ass up.”

I obey, turning and positioning myself for his perusal.

His arms come around me, unbuckling my pants before pushing them down. He leaves them wrapped around my ankles and I know it's so I can’t move around freely.

I hear his zipper come down but I’m surprised when I don’t immediately feel him pressing into me. It makes more sense when I feel something wrap around my neck.

It’s rough and thick and it doesn't take me long to realize it’s his belt. He pulls it tight, but leaves enough space that I can breathe easily enough.

“Remember, be quiet, Enzo.”

I hear him spit a moment before he’s running his fingers down my crack. He rubs his fingers over my pucker before roughly pushing in, and I’m thankful that he’s at least giving me some sort of prep, even if it’s the bare minimum.

There’s been times that he’s fucked me completely dry with no prep and my blood from him tearing me the only lubrication I receive.

His fingers thrust into me and his free hand trails along my cheek, gentle and soft.

His fingers pull out of me abruptly and before I can inhale a breath, he’s pushing into me hard.

I gasp, my fist clenching as pain moves through me. I inhale a breath, adjusting to him a moment before he draws back and slams right back into me.

His hand wraps around my throat, just over the belt and my body moves back as he thrusts back into me.

He lets out a groan.

He continues to brutally fuck me, my body opening up and easing him into me a little better as his precum soaks my hole.

I let out a gasp as he suddenly grabs the belt, pulling it taught as he continues to fuck me. I heave for breath, dots appearing in my vision as he continues to completely ravish me.

He fucks me so hard and long that I nearly pass out as he cuts of my air supply. He suddenly releases the belt, and my head drops down to the table as I press my lips together tightly, holding in the mix of moans and groans that want to leave my breath.

I can feel my own dick getting hard as it crushes against the desk each time Maximo forces me forward.

“Don’t you dare come, you slut,” I hear Maximo say as his hand wraps around me, squeezing my dick.

I can’t verbally reply, even if I wanted to, I let out low rasps, the sounds barely audible. But I don’t free the moan that wants to come out, knowing Maximo will make good on his threat.