Perv
It was hard to believe, but for once we actually fucking agreed on something.
When I said yes, I curled my fingers, and Punk just fucking moaned.
For a second, I thought he was going to come, so I gave his hip a little slap and told him he'd better not. Punk narrowed his eyes and told me to hurry up, unless I wasn't sure what to do with my dick.
If anything ever deserved a spank, that did. So I flipped him over real quick and slapped his ass so hard he yelped, and then he sighed. Then before he could even call me a perv, I rolled a condom on and slid my cock into his ass, and fuck me, I moaned so fucking loud.
Then he squirmed a little, so I asked if he was all right. He nodded, and I told him not to be a fucking hero; I would stop whenever he wanted. He said that he was fine, that so far he wasn't really impressed, and that maybe he should take a nap, and I could wake him up when things started to get fun.
I glared, and he grinned, but when I started moving, he pressed his lips together real tight. With each thrust, he whimpered a little louder, until I went extra deep, and his face fell into the pillow, and he whispered my name.
When he looked up again, I'm sure I had on my I'm a fucking sex god face, so of course he said that he still wasn't sure if I knew how to use my dick. I growled, then I leaned forward and whispered for him hold on tight.
He gripped the sheets, so maybe he actually believed me; I'm not entirely sure. Either way his fingers twisted and I held onto his hips hard and I showed him – I showed him real hard – that I knew exactly what to do with my dick.