I groan, biting down hard on my lip as I desperately fight the urge not to come right then and there.
He just…
This fucking guy just made her squirt. With his fucking fingers. While his dick was buried inside my asshole.
“Rooke, fuck, I’m gonna come!” I can’t hold back. My hand moves faster, fingers tightening as much as my fucking balls.
Rooke gives Haven a quick peck on the mouth, mutters, “Such a good fucking girl for me,” and then turns to give me his attention again.
The look in his eyes almost stops my orgasm in its tracks.
Almost.
But when he leans down on his knuckles, and gives his hips a hard pump, I fucking lose my shit.
“Jesus, Bash—” I cut off with a grunt.
“You’re gonna wish you didn’t do that,” Rooke growls, a longer pause between each powerful thrust. Sweat slicks us, his bed creaking under the assault.
“Harder, you fucking cunt,” I grate out. “I want you to ruin me.”
Rooke chuckles.
Hefuckingchuckles.
And then he fucks me so hard I nearly pass out.
It’s fucking agony.
It’s bliss.
My body jerks, warm cum spurting between my fingers to coat my abs and Rooke’s. Shame burns hot inside me, but the pleasure drowns it.
“I’m going to fill you up now, boy.” His voice is tight and uneven as he pounds into my ass. “And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me for letting you feel this good.”
I start to laugh, but his thrusts flip a switch in my brain. Suddenly I’m panting and grunting like a fucking animal as he uses my asshole to get himself off. My hands grab his ass, and then I’m pulling him in, forcing him to fuck me even harder.
Haven is whimpering beside us, her lips on my shoulder, then her teeth grazing my skin.
Rooke comes silently, his back arched and his head buried in my neck. I feel the heat of his cum dribbling out of me, but he stays seated deep as he catches his breath.
Then he props himself up on an elbow, grabs my jaw, and kisses me.
I whimper into that kiss, and I’m not even ashamed.
He peeled back every layer of my psyche until he found something deep inside me that I’ve never shown anyone. A vulnerability I’d hidden, even from myself.
When he kisses me, it’s like he’s showing me a part of myself I’ve never seen before.
I relax under him, letting him pin me andwelcominghis weight.
I don’t resist. I don’t fight back.
I submit.
And it feels fucking glorious.
We collapse on the bed, panting, staring up at the ceiling.
