A TASTE OF CANDY POISON

CHAP 35🌶️ (SPICY SCENE)

Here's another chap to y'all mah lovely readers.

KYLLE POV;

"Oh fuck.. shit"

I panted, I was a mess, literally a mess. I found myself thrusting into someone's butthole, I just can't resist this beautiful view.

Both our skin was slick with sweat, this guys, I can feel his muscles flexing as he pushed back against me, taking every inch of my throbbing dick like a champ. The room was hazy, filled with the scent of lust and a hint of musk that only a sweaty teenage boys could produce. His moans grew louder, echoing off the walls like a sweet symphony, sounding way too familiar while my hands gripped his firm, round ass. His cheeks jiggled with every powerful thrust I delivered, and I could see the veins popping out on his neck as he fought to keep himself from screaming out my name.

"Ahh~ K-kylle"

That voice, I knew who is this...

How does this happen? Though, I can't blame him, I was enjoying this. This is way too good, and he taste like some sweet candy.

Our rhythm now was like a drumline, pounding out a beat that seemed to shake the very foundation of the wherever were in right now. The table beneath us creaked and groaned in protest, but neither of us cared. We were lost in the moment, two boys doing something dirty and crossing the lines we never thought we'd cross, but here we were, our bodies speaking a language that neither of us had ever known before.

His breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and I knew he was close. I reached around with one hand, wrapping it around his small hard cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. He threw his head back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, and let out a strangled cry. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, sent me over the edge.

Fuck, who is this gorgeous?

With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my cock spasming as ropes of hot cum filled his tight ass. He pushed back one last time, grinding against me as he shot his own load onto the floor. Our bodies trembled in unison, the tension that had been building inside me finally snapping like a tightly wound bowstring.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, my dick still pulsing inside him, our breaths mingling in the heavy silence. Slowly, he turned to face me, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed with pleasure. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips salty with sweat, and I could taste the hint of sweetness on his breath. It was a kiss that spoke of more than anything else, a kiss that told a story of lust and need that neither of us had ever dared to voice.

"Mhm, you taste so good" I groaned, I just realized that I was still hard as fuck even though after I came inside him.

His eyes snapped open, and he looked at me with a mix of surprise and lust. "Kylle, you're not done already?" He panted out, his voice thick with desire.

I grinned, feeling the heat of his gaze on my face. "How could I be when you feel so perfect?" I whispered, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe. He shivered, and I took that as the only invitation I needed to start moving again.

Our kiss grew more fervent, tongues dancing together as our hips began to rock in a rhythm that was all our own. The slap of skin on skin filled the air, a soundtrack to our passion that seemed to grow more intense with every passing second. He held on the edges of the table, urging me to fuck him harder this time.

My cock was a blur as it slammed in and out of him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The friction was exquisite, the feeling of his warm, tight channel gripping me like a glove making me want to lose myself in him completely. I felt his body start to tense up again, the muscles in his ass clenching around me as he neared his second climax.