Rex slows to rocking his hips. For a second, I think he'll actually stop, but then the bastard grins. "One more. For me, good boy."
His big hand wraps around my dick, stroking hard. I grab at his wrist but can't make him stop. Dry spikes of painful pleasure shoot through me.
My lungs lock up, breath frozen in my chest. It's overwhelming, too perfect, too much.
Rex's pounding hips match the rhythm of his stroking hand. I'm not even hard after the last one, but the painful bliss still hits me. My mouth drops open in a silent cry. I shake as a pathetic dribble of cum lands on my stomach.
Rex shoves my knees wide open and fucks into my twitching hole with long, lazy thrusts, like we got all the time in the world. "Goddamn, you're tight."
He hitches my knees to my chest until I'm bent in half, exposed, pumping wildly against me. "Gonna fill this sweet ass up. Does my boy want my cum?"
"Yes." I gasp, hating how quick I answer.
Rex's face reddens, the vein in his forehead bulging out. He shouts when he comes, pulsing hot and deep, then collapses on top of me.
He nuzzles my neck before biting down hard. I barely twitch, which makes the asshole chuckle before he flops down beside me and drags me against him, my chin smushed against his sweaty chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "That's how to start the day right."
Chapter 5
"Upandat'em,Dev," Rex says, shaking my shoulder.
I just grunt and burrow deeper into my blanket cocoon. Like hell am I getting up yet.
Only, a second later, the asshole rips all the blankets off, leaving me curled up naked and shivering on the mattress.
"Electricity's still on here. There’s hot water. Go shower."
Hot water? Magic words. I drag my ass out of bed, limbs heavy and slow as I head down the hall.
In the bathroom, I crank the water as hot as it'll go. Steam soon fogs the small window as I step under and hot water cascades over my bare skin. Fuck me. It feels incredible.
There’s even a bottle of soap, so I scrub my hair and body clean, washing away weeks of grime. Then I just stand under the hot spray, relaxing in its warmth.
Rex pounds on the door. “Devon, finish up.”
I snort. No way am I rushing this to go back out into winter weather. I’m going to milk this until the water starts to run cold.
A few minutes later, he’s pounding on the door again. “Boy, you got five minutes or I’m gonna kick this damn door down. You won’t like what happens after.”
I roll my eyes and shut off the water, then towel dry my hair, leaving it a wild mess. After putting on my clothes, I head to the kitchen, lured by the scent of cooking.
Stopping at the entryway, I spot Rex at the stove, his back to me.
Perfect.
If there’s one thing I can do better than Rex, it’s keeping quiet to sneak up on people. And I love doing it to him. Makes him angry.
With a smirk, I pad gently across the ceramic tile, keeping out of his line of sight. He’s too focused on stirring whatever’s in the pot. When I’m close enough, I swiftly lean in next to his ear. "What’s that?"
“Fuck!” He spins around fast, elbow jutting backward into my side. When he faces me, his eyes shift from hard to soft, and he releases a huff. "Christ, boy. One day you're gonna catch a fist if you keep that up."
My chin juts up as I smile. “Hearing going, old man?”
His lips quirk as he turns back to the stove, posture straight but relaxed. “You should do that more often.”
I drop into a chair at the table. “Do what?”
“Smile.”
