It's why I wanted him gone the next morning. Well, out of the bedroom at least. He’d said something about food, so I thought he’d be cooking, and I was so tired I fell asleep.
I woke up alone and freaked the fuck out. I fell on the kitchen floor hyperventilating, ribs hurting, head pounding. Shit. I could barely breathe. Even puked.
It took forever to calm down enough to move, then I grabbed whatever food Rex had left on the table and tracked him down, wanting to stab the asshole for ditching me.
I cried most of the trek—hated that too. But when I found him, I was scared he'd reject me. My insides were jumbled in knots, so I climbed a tree and watched him.
Only the bastard caught me.
My insides are still so goddamn confused. Being away from Rex feels like dying. And I crave his touch. Crave him. But it’s so intense I feel like I’m drowning half the time, which I hate, so up go my walls again.
Rex stills, panting against my back. "What was that, boy?"
I clamp my mouth shut, face burning. Don't take the bait.
"Did you just beg me for more?"
"No," I grunt out.
Rex tugs my hair, forcing me to look back at him. "Could've sworn I heard you sayplease. Sounded pretty desperate too."
"You're hearing things, old man."
He chuckles, giving a rough thrust that punches a groan from me. "Nope, I'm pretty sure that was you begging me like a wanton little slut."
"Fuck you," I grit out, even as my traitorous dick drips.
His beard scratches my cheek as he bites my earlobe. "Let me hear you beg again."
I turn my head away, clamping my mouth shut. Like hell I'll give him what he wants when he won’t let me come.
Rex just laughs, then resumes his relentless pace.
He slams into me, angling to hit deep, and I bite my lip, stifling any traitorous noises. But when he hits that spot inside, I can't hold back. “Ohhh, fuu….”
"There's my good boy."
Warmth spreads through me at the praise, my dick twitching at his words.
His thrusts slow, his hand sliding down my back. "You want more?"
“No.”
He chuckles as his fingers trail lower, brushing my hole stretched around him.
I whimper, cursing internally. Why do I crave his touch, his approval, as if I need it to breathe?
I fucking hate this neediness.
His hand cracks against my ass again. My moans fill the room, and I push back, meeting him with equal force as he grunts, his breath heavy and uneven.
“Just like that. Arch more for me, good boy.”
Between the praise and being spanked I can’t help but comply. Rex always knows just what I need, even when I don’t.
He fucks me harder and faster, his thrusts now wild and uncontrolled.
The sound of his skin slapping against mine, along with the scent of his musk, is intoxicating.
