Bastard!
No, of course he won’t give me what I want. Instead, he pinches my nipples, nips at my inner thighs, then strokes my burning ass.
A string of high-pitched whimpers escape. I need to hold onto something.
Anything.
I’m floating too high.
"My Little Fawn is so responsive to prostate play. Let me hear you beg."
Even though begging is the last thing I want to give him, I still do. “Please. Please play with my dick.” My breaths are shallow and rapid, my eyes fluttering as I moan. “It aches so much.”
He thumbs the sensitive spot between my balls and hole again. "Tell me you'll stay and be mine, and I'll help you finish right now."
The request is no sooner out, and he looks away, Adam’s apple bobbing as he slightly shakes his head, now concentrating a bit too hard on my asshole and the toy.
Be his?
To be tied up like this, to be played with like some toy?
No.
No fucking way.
I want no part of whatever he’s doing to me, of how he makes me feel, or how he makes me want to instantly obey him . . . when this is nothing more than a transaction.
My dick bobs, hard and red against my stomach. My entire body is covered in a layer of sweat, and my muscles clench and unclench as if my internal wiring is on the fritz.
I climb higher and higher until my abs tense and something inside twinges. “Oh, God!”
A slow dribble of cum slicks my stomach.
"Such a beautiful boy when you come. Picture fuckin’ perfect.”
I sob, unable to stop the tears. I don’t understand why I’m crying. At the moment, I don’t even understand my name.
"Now it's my turn."
Chapter 7
Mac tugs the toy out, sets it aside, then shoves my knees closer to my head and slides a pillow under my hips. "It's been nothing but my hand since the last time we fucked, so I can’t promise to last long as long as I’d like."
He slicks up his long, fat cock from root to tip, and I shake my head frantically. “It’s too big.”
I nearly choke as he enters in a slow, relentless slide. The burn is intense, and I feel so full. When I struggle to suck in a breath, Mac holds still.
A moment later, he withdraws equally as slow, and it's like some kind of internal vacuum sucking my insides closed behind the retreat of his thick cock.
He rocks forward again, opening me up in small increments. A devilish smirk lights up his face when he bumps my prostate and sends me keening. "I wanted you so bad that first night that I couldn't take my time and do it right. I can now."
My fingers clench and unclench as if trying to find something to hold onto, only there’s nothing there. Everything’s becoming fuzzy again.
“Moan for me, Cal.”
I do.
“Again, louder.”
