The stench of alcohol is so real, it’s as if he’s right here.
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.” Rex 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. I continue to flail, but Rex’s too strong.
He searches my face, but he can’t see the ghost clinging to me, torturing me. He probably just sees a freaked-out idiot going soft at the worst time.
Haven’t lost it like this in a while. But it seems the closer I grow to Rex, the more this shit keeps coming up. And losing my erection . . . he’s going to push to figure out what’s wrong.
Then he’s gonna leave me behind again.
Before my thoughts continue downthatpath, Rex 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
Rex plants his feet flat 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. Being with him keeps the memories at bay. Just wish he could erase them for good.
Rex looks down and smiles. “Such a good boy. Getting hard for me already.”
His hands roam over my chest, pinching my nipples. “You love when I tell you how good you are, don’t you?”
“N-no.” My eyelids flutter and I arch into his touch despite myself.
“Yes, you do. You love being my good boy.”
I do.
Because no one’s ever called me that. Not even my mom. Definitely not my father. Half the time I just existed in that house, unless they’d deemed I’d done something wrong.
Precum leaks from my swollen tip as he takes me apart with deep, angled thrusts. I whimper, trembling on the edge, my balls tight and aching.
My father’s voice finally fades, the way it tends to when Rex takes control, and it’s just me and him once again. I finally relax and let the physical pleasure encompass me.
Rex’s fingers dip into my hair and he jerks my head back, exposing my neck. “You’re going to beg me if you want to come.”
I clench my jaw and meet his eyes, giving a tiny shake of my head.
He grins wickedly. “We’ll see how long you last.”
I drop my head with a whine when he releases my hair, my thighs quaking as he starts pounding me again. The slap of our skin echoes in the room, and sweat rolls down my spine, each thrust lighting me up from the inside. In no time, I’m leaking all over him again.
“Feel so good when you’re squeezing me.” His voice is strained, as if he’s fighting his own peak. “You gonna come for me like a good boy?”
I whimper again, right on the edge but needing more to tip me over.
He grips my leaking cock, stroking firmly. “Ask me nicely.”
When it’s clear I won’t, he gives a few well-aimed thrusts to hit my prostate, and the tightness in my balls rushes forward like a tidal wave, clashing against the fire playing along my nerves. I moan, strung out like a wire but unable to fully snap.
