“What was it you said yesterday? Something that started with ap?”
I shake my head, biting my lip even as intense heat floods my groin like a lava flow from hell. Not begging. No way.
Too soon, he adds a third finger, then finger-fucks me until I’m a moaning, trembling mess.
I’m glad Rex’s under the blankets, otherwise he’d be watching my reactions. Rex loves eye contact, but I can’t stand it. Especially when he notices something’s off.
I stare stubbornly at the ceiling, biting back every whimper and plea wanting to escape.
He yanks his fingers free, leaving me empty and aching.
The mattress shifts as he flings the blanket off to get into position, then he nudges his slick cockhead against my hole, exhaling shakily as he pushes inside.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” He groans, his thumb rubbing my rim. Another thing he likes to do whenever he’s inside me.
He rolls his hips slowly, letting me adjust before his hands clamp my hips in a vice grip. We rock together, his cock gliding smoother now.
I choke back another moan, fingers knotting in the sheets. Gotta stay quiet. I can’t let him hear how wrecked I already am. But he knows my body too damn well by now.
“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 lies there and takes it for once, grunting as he watches me work. The new position is intoxicating. I’m the one using him for my pleasure.
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, my nails clawing at his chest.
“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 him.
“Fuck, just like that.” His palm connects with my ass.
“More.”
He obliges.
“More . . . more.” 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.
Dirty, filthy animal.
My father’s voice invades my head, cold and snarling as it hurls more of his insults, his words stabbing like shards of ice. No matter how hard I try to push it away, the image of him looming over me invades my mind next.
