VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 17[🔞+]

VEGAS POV

The hot water on my skin washes away the blood, sweat, and cum off my body, making me feel satisfied and relaxed, more so than I have felt before. That may have something to do with the brown-eyed man in front of me who is taking his time running body wash over my body.

Pete is in a trance as he glides his hands up and down my chest, teasing me as he goes further down my body, washing the soap around my groin but ignoring my dick. It feels good. I don't normally do this, but after tonight's activities and how hard he made me cum, I let it go. Pete is the best fuck I have ever had. Not that I would say it out loud, but I have never had a connection with anyone like this before. It's like two wires that have joined together in perfect unison. He understands my needs and desires because he has them too. We are unhinged but aligned. The way he gives himself so easily to me to do as I want, and bends to my will. I find it more arousing than I should.

Pete, however, is also a nightmare. He is unpredictable from what I have experienced so far. He has severe fluctuations in personality and mood, and is surprisingly possessive of me. I could tell when we got in the shower that he was thinking of past partners. His face looked like he was sucking on something sour. He is so damn easy to read. I want to laugh. He doesn't realize that I have never brought anyone back here. I always do my shit elsewhere. My business is private. It was only because of Hugo and Mario that it was easier to stay here. But I must admit, it was nice to break in my bed.

My head tilts back when arousal starts to rise in my dick again as Pete lathers up my cock. Goddamn, his hands feel amazing. I open my eyes and stare into those big brown pools of innocence, which isn't true, but for a moment you could believe he is an innocent and sane person. However, these past few hours he has been with me is the most serene I have seen him. He has barely changed personalities and is more centered, but I won't read too much into that.

“Hands against the wall,” I order and like a good boy, he obeys, beaming at me with that fucking creepy smile. “Ass out.”

He arches his back and pushes out that plump bubble butt, which I fear will keep me hard for hours.

I rub my now fully hard dick up and down his crease. He tries to wiggle against it so I slap his right ass cheek.

“What did I tell you? You don't control this. Stay fucking still.”

He is completely silent and is trying so hard to restrain himself. I hold his plump cheeks open and notice he is a little puffy from the fucking earlier, but not too bad. I rub the tip of my cock over his hole, intentionally making my piercing make contact with the wrinkled skin. He shivers slightly against the touch but remains as still as he can.

Without warning him I push forward. He is still loose and lubricated from before and he cries out a high pitched wail. I love the sounds he makes for me.

“You like that, doe? Want another breeding from my dick?” I ask, rocking slowly in him.

“Yes, god yes,” he whines, like he is far away in the land of cock.

“Stroke that dick of yours,” I say as I start moving in and out of him, building to a tempo that has me a little breathless and warm all over. Christ. My cock is still sensitive. I only came a few minutes ago and I’m not gonna last.

“Ahhhhh, I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he gasps.

“Cum for me, doe. Shit, cum. Ugggh.” My feet twitch as I load up his destroyed hole at the same time Pete shouts out his own release. I don't think I can move my body. Pete is all but sliding down the shower wall, so I pull out of him, making him flinch, and hold him up by the waist. “Come on, bed. You need to rest before we fuck again.”