“That’s what I’m doing,” came his gruff reply, and with a final thrust, he was home, deep in me, my ass stretching and seizing around him. He felt like a goddamn baseball bat, like he was moving my insides around to suit the shape of his cock, remaking me in his image.
“Jesusfuck,” I moaned as he pulled back out halfway, and jerked when he slapped my ass again.
“You asked for it,” he said, and snapped his hips forward. I collapsed down, but he pulled me back up, my gut flipping over, disoriented by the new intrusion. “Come on, now, show me you want it.”
I gingerly bounced a few times on his cock, grunting at the effort, at my hole sotightaround his thick shaft. It hadn’t felt so intense last night when I’d been on top. I’d been able to take my time, adjust to it, control the fucking.
Tonight was different. Tonighthewas in control.
“Come on,” he said again. “You asked me to wreck you, but I’m not gonna doallthe work. Move. Prove to me how much you want my dick.”
I was getting used to him now, my asshole remembering that it could expand as well as contract, and there was more than enough lube to let me slide down his cock, then back again. He tugged out the pillow from under me and moved me up onto my hands and knees. He pulled my asscheeks apart himself and I imagined him watching the show, my asshole pouting and grabbing around him, the sight of his dick burrowing into my ass, reappearing, driving back in.
He reached under to play with me, jerking me in time with my own movements, and I moaned as I fucked myself on him, getting faster. Faster and unsteadier; he grabbed at my hips to balance them and left my cock hanging under my belly, hard and dripping.
“You let me show you how it’s done,” he said, amusement tingeing his words as he pulled almost all the way out and then—bang, shoved back in hard enough for the sound of our flesh slapping together to reverberate through the small room.
He did it again and again, pounding into me until I felt like my whole body was nothing but my asshole, taking it, takinghim, until my whole body was nothing but his toy. In that moment, it was all I wanted: to be his fuck toy for the rest of my life, his plaything, hisslave…
“Fuck—JJ—I’m gonna—”
“Gonna what, sweet thing? What are you gonna do?”
“Ah, fuck, you’re nailing it—every fucking time—JJ, I’m gonna shoot if you—”
“Go on then,” he panted, “Let me fuck the cum out of you.”
The mewling noise coming out of me was foreign to my own ears, and I felt my orgasm building up, growing inside me, unstoppable. I’d never come like this before, just from being fucked, never had a guy hit so unerringly with every stroke, so it felt like if I didn’t give in and come, I’d die instead.
Either way, it was going to be a mess.
“You going to shoot?” Jack panted, arching above me as he kept on hammering into my hole, and I felt the force of his will, penetrating me just as hard and insistently as his body. “Show me. Show me how much you love me fucking you, sweetheart.”
I was shaking, covered in goosebumps and soaked in sweat, like my skin didn’t know if it was cold or hot. The tight burning ache in my ass got hotter and wider until it pulsed right through me, made me yowl as I came, spurting everywhere, uncontrollable.
I felt lips at my temple, a hand around my throat, and heard Jack grunting as he collapsed with me. He rutted hard into my still-convulsing asshole until he let out a choked exclamation. He gave one more thrust deep into me, deeper than anyone hadeverbeen, surely, and then he filled me to the brim, his cock throbbing inside me as it sprayed.
We lay there panting, slowly coming down off the mutual high. Then he nuzzled into my hair and pulled me gently onto my side. He was still inside me, warm and comforting.
“You still want me wrecking you?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck, “or should I go get something to wipe you down?”
“I’ll take care of it later,” I mumbled. “I want to keep your load in me a while yet.”
He gave an answering groan. “You make it very difficult for a man to stay a gentleman, Trouble.”
I tugged his pillow under my face so we could share it. “You need to do laundry,” I said. “I leaked all over the other pillow.”
“Mm.”
“Was that…okay?”
He gave a sleepy chuckle. “Are you serious?”
“I mean…”
He pulled me even closer. His voice was mumbly when he said, “I keep telling you, Trouble. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do. Hell, I’d fuck you with my damntoesif you asked me to.”
I grinned, but before I could reply, my burner phone dinged. I’d forgotten to turn it off again after we were trying to track down Harper. “Better see who that is,” I sighed, disengaging his cock from my ass. It slipped out easily enough, but I felt a sense of loss at it leaving me.
