“Fuck me already.” I start wiggling my hips beneath him. “Rex, fuck me, dammit.”
Without warning, his powerful hips snap forward, spearing his thick length back into me hard and fast. I cry out, back arching as the air is punched from my lungs.
"Let's get rid of that attitude, shall we? Need to remind you who’s in control here.”"
Before I can spit out a retort, he starts railing me mercilessly. Each powerful drive knocks my breath away and lights up my nerves like fireworks.
The lewd sound of skin slapping fills the room as I cling to Rex's broad shoulders, mouth falling open in ragged moans I don't even try to muffle.
My body trembles on the knife's edge. With Rex buried inside me, nothing else exists—no hateful words, just pure sensation.
He slows, reaching down and suddenly the burn of being stretched increases. “What the fuuu—”
I open my mouth to cry out when his finger presses against my prostrate as his dick fucks into me, but he crushes his lips to mine, swallowing the sound.
His lips are soft yet firm against my own. His tongue invades my mouth and . . . Shit. A strange, new heat pools in my gut.
Helpless to resist, I kiss him back clumsily, my inexperienced mouth fumbling against his talented one.
Everything tightens unbearably, my fingers digging into the skin of my thighs as I pull my legs farther apart, until I finally explode, shaking beneath him, moaning uncontrollably into our joined mouths as my orgasm crashes over me, shattering in its intensity.
Rex pulls his finger free and fucks me through the aftershocks, chasing his own peak. “So tight and hot. Makes my cock feel so fuckin’ good. Can’t get enough.”
With a harsh grunt, he stiffens and follows me over the edge, pulsing deep inside as he empties himself in my ass.
When we finally separate, I'm panting and dizzy, but Rex looks positively feral, lips wet and swollen. His hazel eyes still blaze with hunger.
Leave it to him to take charge and kiss me senseless without warning. So senseless, when it’s over, I foolishly wish it wasn’t.
I lick my lips, chasing the faint taste of him still lingering there. He notices and smirks, his eyes holding a glint of something more primal and possessive, more so than I’ve seen in the past.
Rex smooths my sweaty hair back, the touch impossibly gentle. “You okay, my good boy?”
I whimper and nuzzle into his neck, thinking I might actuallywantto belong to him.
And that is both terrifying and perfect all at once.
Chapter 7
Thenextmorning,Itrek alongside Rex with my head down, avoiding his gaze. I can't stop thinking about that kiss. My first kiss. I press my fingers to my lips, remembering the thrill of his mouth claiming mine.
And that feeling of wanting to belong to him, almost needing it, grows by the minute.
Rex glances over occasionally, eyes questioning, but he doesn't push, just gives me space like he promised.
By mid-morning, he releases a harsh, bone-rattling cough that makes us both flinch. My eyes snap to his face, narrowing. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” He waves me off, trudging along.
But the hacking coughs become more frequent as we walk, a fine sweat now covering his face. I stop, my arms crossed and mouth thinning into a grim line. “Rex.”
"Christ, Devon. It's just a cold. Stop brooding."
I stare holes into the back of his skull as he shuffles on. My hands clench and unclench at the uneasy memories of my father insisting "it's just a cold" too.
Right before he died.
I hover close as we walk and Rex huffs. “Christ, kid. Said I’m okay.”
