“Do it.” He reaches up, grabbing my throat, and he squeezes but not too hard. “Beg for me.”
My eyes widen. The sensation is new, and I moan so loud it’s almost a yell. “Please . . . please.”
He smirks. “Please what?”
“Make me come. Oh, God. Rex, make me come. Please!”
“Good boy.” He releases my throat to stroke my dick. No, not stroke. He squeezes me now almost harder than I can take, yet still I fuck into his fist as he’s slamming into my ass.
A moment later I shatter, intense pleasure rocketing through what feels like every cell as I paint his chest. “Don’t stop. Please. Fuck. Rex!”
“So perfect. Keep coming. Such a good boy.” He wrings every bit of warm cum from my dick.
When I squirm, the white-hot bliss having edged into painful overstimulation, Rex finally lets go of my dick. “Did so good, baby boy. Came so pretty.”
I collapse forward and go limp in his arms, too blissed out to fight the praise that makes me feel so damn good. Everything’s quiet in my head too.
He flips us over, positioning me on my back, then lifts my leg onto his shoulder for better access as he picks up his ruthless pace again.
This time I don’t fight the noises spilling from my lips, unable to help it as each movement sends a sharp jolt of painful pleasure through me.
Rex grunts with the effort, brow furrowed, sweat sliding down his stubbled cheeks.
“Too much.”
I try squirmin’ away but he holds me firm, grinding deeper. “Take it for me. You’re doing so good.”
My damn dick tries getting hard again despite being milked dry and I let out a loud whine, unable to escape the sheer amount of stimulation. “No more. I can’t.”
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 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.
He’s really erasing everything but him from my mind.
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 and I tremble 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.”
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 and I barely twitch, which makes the asshole chuckle. He flops to the side then drags me against him, my chin smushing against his sweaty chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “That’s how to start the day right.”
Chapter 5
“Up and at ’em, Dev,” Rex says, shaking my shoulder.
I just grunt and burrow deeper into my blanket cocoon. Like hell am I getting up yet. Bastard wanted to wake me up early to fuck, least he can do is let me have a few more minutes of sleep.
And he wore me out enough I don’t even have the energy for those little nightmares that sometimes wake me up.
