“But I want to hear you whine,” hesays. “I want to make you whine.”
I smile. “Nice knowing we’re onthe same page,” I say, leaning close to him, keeping my lips just far enough tokeep him wanting more.
“This is a horrible idea,” hesays.
“Then let’s make it worth it.”
As soon as I say the words, hislips cover mine and he kisses me in a frenzy.
We scramble into the bedroom.
He knocks my injured shoulder againstthe bathroom doorframe. I curse, but refuse to let the pain interrupt thismoment.
I guide him to my duffle bag,where I take a moment to fish out condoms and a bottle of lube. He removes therest of his clothes.
As I stand back, he kisses meagain. He breaks the kiss for a moment to say, “How is your skin this fuckingsoft?”
He pushes me back so that thecrook of my legs hits the mattress and I fall back onto it. Bryce presses his kneeinto the mattress and leans down to offer a few more kisses.
He stops for a moment and pullsback. I see a hint of discomfort in his eyes. Like I’ve given him too much timeto consider what we’re doing.
I kiss him so that he’ll be lostin our chemistry once again, not thinking about what a terrible idea this is.
He breaks our kiss. “Scoot back,”he instructs. I obey, crawling backward toward the head of the bed. He crawlsacross the bed and wraps his arms under my legs, pulling so that he can see myass. “That hole looks so fucking tight,” he says.
“Anything’s tight to that cock.”
He grins confidently before he lowershis face to my asshole, his tongue flicking about, stirring a powerful desirewithin me. I roll my head back on the pillows, enjoying the sensation thatleaves me wanting so much more. Good as it feels, it’s not enough.
I feel empty. Incomplete.
“Get that fat cock inside me,” Isay.
He pulls his face away and gazesat me with eager eyes. “Impatient, are we?”
“Get in there before I bend you overand start fucking you,” I say.
His expression turns serious. Heleans over and grabs the condom and the lube that I set on the bed. He suits upand lathers the condom up before pushing inside me.
My body’s in so much pain from thegame already, and I know it would rather I just call it a night, but I wantthis too much to give it a rest.
I grab onto the iron headboard,gripping tight to keep from interfering with his work, straining the painedmuscle in my arm that I wanted the ice pack to soothe.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” I say.
“You don’t seem to be having toomuch trouble with it,” he says, smirking.
He grips onto the backs of my legsas he pierces into me, and though it hurts like fuck, I can tell that he’s noteven halfway in yet. I’ve had a fucking dildo that size up my ass before, soI’m confident that with a little massaging, this can happen. As he inches hisway in, I grind my teeth.
The way he looks at me, with thatserious expression on his face, I feel like he’s punishing me for something.Maybe just because he thinks I’m a spoiled kid who needs to get the shit fuckedout of him. And if that’s the case, I hope he doesn’t hold back.
As he moves farther and fartherwithin me, he leans down and kisses me.
And the thrusts begin. Powerful.Strong. Intense.
My face fills with heat as heclaims me with each violent movement.
He releases one of my legs andgrips the back of my neck, clinging tight to keep me from moving as he fucksme. I call out, not to put on a show, as I did before with Jordan, but becauseit hurts so fucking much.
