“Time for that somethin’ special.” He twists in one quick motion, maneuvering me on top, spreading my legs wide until I bottom out.
My jaw drops, struggling to breathe for a second, feeling way too full.
Rex only tucks his arms behind his head and grins up at me.
Bastard.
When I don't move, he rolls his hips until I hiss, hands landing on his chest so I don't faceplant on him.
"Well, get moving, boy. You're steering this ride today."
I blink down at him. Rex is always the one controlling shit. But now he's letting me take the reins?
That's new.
I rock my hips carefully, testing it out. The stretch burns in the best way as I start riding him. I grind down hard to take him deep, then slide back up his long shaft.
He just lays here there and takes it for once, moaning as he watches me work. The new position is intoxicating. I'm the one using his cock for my pleasure this time.
I bounce faster, swiveling my hips so that his cock hits all the right spots. I throw my head back with a dirty groan, greedily milking his length with my ass.
"Fuck, look at you go. Ride me just how you like it, beautiful boy."
His gravelly praise spurs me onward. My hands roam over his muscular, slightly hairy chest as I really put everything I've got into riding his dick.
"Fuck, just like that." His palm connects with my ass.
“More.”
He obliges.
My dick is leaking all over his stomach, my fingers digging into his skin. I’m so hot, I’m sure I’m burning from the inside out. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”
It feels so fucking good . . . until it doesn't.
My father's voice invades my head, cold and snarling as it hurls his usual insults, his words stabbing like shards of ice.
Any trace of pleasure withers up in an instant until there’s just shame creeping through me, paralyzing my muscles. Even my dick—already way smaller than Rex's massive one—goes soft.
Whoa.” He curls his arms up around my waist, confusion wrinkling his forehead as he studies my face. “Where'd you go?"
I try to scramble away, to escape the echoes shredding me from within. I don’t want anyone to ever see, to know—least of all him.
But his grip is too strong, pinning me on him despite my struggles. “Stay right there.”
I'm lost, helplessly suffocating under the weight of my father's oppressive presence that still haunts me from the grave.
Rex searches my face, but he can't see the ghosts clinging to me or hear the hateful words ingrained since childhood. He just sees a freaked out kid going soft at the worst time.
He lightly grips my chin, forcing that eye contact I hate. "No running from whatever’s goin’ on inside that head of yours. We're doing this."
Chapter 4
Rexplantshisfeetflat on the bed and slams upward, spearing so deep, I see stars. I cry out, barely catching myself before my face smashes into his forehead.
“Going to erase wherever the fuck you went.” His grip tightens on my hips, controlling my movements. “You’re with me now. Only me.”
When he takes control, I begin to relax, my dick swelling once more.
