Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,35

I love your hands.”

Firm pumps of Zana’s fingers soon made Navid’s lower body buzz. “Do you like it when my hands do this?”

“You know I do.”

“What else will you miss? Tell me the truth.”

Zana spread his fingers, stretching Navid’s ring, and Navid gasped. The words slipped out, uncensored. “I’ll miss your cock.” Zana fisted his throbbing shaft with his other hand, and Navid arched backward. “Ah. Your cum. In me.”

“So passionate. You’re beautiful. Come into my hand, love.”

The release was fast and sharp, intense yet unfulfilling. Zana withdrew his fingers, and Navid whimpered with the sudden emptiness. Watching Navid’s face intently, Zana licked his hands clean.

“I’m going to miss the taste of your orgasms.” He smiled crookedly and winked. “I’ll show you something.”

Zana scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the bedroom. He laid him onto the bed, pulled off Navid’s stained pants and T-shirt, and stripped out of his own clothes, revealing his hard cock. Saliva gathered in Navid’s mouth.

“I want to give you something,” Zana said. “I want you to use it when I’m gone.”

He rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand, and Navid rolled to his side, frowning with confusion. His heart pumped faster. Zana was strangely focused, apprehensive. He must worry about Navid’s reaction to his gift.

“Lie down and close your eyes.”

Navid did as he was told. Something nudged his hands, and he automatically took it. Soft surface, firm, long, and thick. He moved his right hand along the object. The shape. His eyes popped open with shock, and he dropped the thing as if it had burned him. It tumbled onto the bed next to his body.

It was an artificial cock, and it was big. The shape and color were realistic, amazingly detailed, but it was even bigger than Zana’s, longer, and a little thicker too. The balls were full and round, with a wide base underneath. Navid’s pulse hammered at the sight. Fear and arousal swarmed him.

“Hold your legs to your chest.” Zana’s voice was deep and commanding. Navid would never dare to contradict him when Zana spoke like that. As if hypnotized, he spread his legs and held himself open, exposing his damp crease. A part of him was ashamed, but apparently, it wasn’t the part of his mind that controlled his body.

Zana held his gaze when he took the shaft from the bedding and pressed the tip against his hole. His heart thrashing in his chest, Navid could only gape, mute. A devastating wave of arousal washed over him. This was wrong. Yet he wanted it. He wanted to know how it would feel.

“It’s made for self-pleasuring. That’s why the base is shaped like this.” His voice. Navid had no mind of his own when he spread his legs wider apart. “You can hold it in your hand and fuck yourself with it, or you can stick it to the floor, ride it, and make yourself come as many times as you want.”

Navid would have gone up in flames from shock at those dirty words if Zana hadn’t pushed the thing into him in that moment. Even as he burned with embarrassment, his body welcomed the monstrous tool. He was so slick from his orgasm it glided in easily. For a second, his insides protested, trying to expel the thing, but the tightening of his muscles around the hardness felt incredible. Groaning, he arched from the bed, his protests forgotten. Oh, it felt so good. It was so, so big. The pressure.

“When you’re alone and miss my dick, I want you to use it and think of me.”

Zana pumped the sex toy in and out, burrowing deeper into Navid’s body, and Navid moaned with each thrust. It felt so sinful…and so satisfying.

“And when I call you, you will put it inside you, and I’ll listen to your cries. A lullaby, only for me.”

So huge. It reached deeper than Zana had ever touched him, and Navid rocked his pelvis to meet the toy, chasing the extreme fullness.

“I can see it in your beautiful face, darling. You love it.”

Zana released Navid from the power of his eyes and looked down.

“You’re stunning. Your body is wide open, and you’re so wet. Your juices cover the dildo.”

Navid squeezed his eyes shut. He’d never done anything so dirty. But it felt so good.

“Now take it into your hand.”

Zana must have let go of the toy. It just stuck out of him, unmoving, and he wanted it. He wanted it so much… He couldn’t. Zana