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?
Never been needy before. It sucks.
His hand cracks against my ass again. My moan fills 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.
He slams in deep twice more before tensing, his cock pulsing as he fills me.
I reach down to sneak some relief, but he catches my wrist, then pins it back to the table. “Nope. Poor choices don’t get rewarded.”
I press my forehead against the table, biting back a whine.
Only once I’ve gone soft does he finally pull out and release me. Cleanup’s quick. By the time I yank my jeans back up, he has his map spread out.
You’d think he would bother getting dressed first, but no. Asshole probably wants to fuck me again before we leave.
Almost as if he craves touching me too, which is probably true since he even likes doing all that huggy crap when we go to sleep.
