He closes his hand around my shaft, his touch rough, firm, and really fucking unkind.
I moan.Loud.
His smirk is feral as he begins to stroke.
Expert fingers.Vicious grip.Unruly pace.He pulls and strangles and beats my dick like a savage, and I fucking love it.His other hand grips my balls, ruthlessly squeezing.
My back bows.My heels dig into the mattress.My lungs burn, and my fever gives way to an inferno of sweat and desire.
“Fuuuck!”I angle my pelvis, chasing the hellish pleasure of his mastery over my body.
“You’re louder than I expected.”
“You’re better than I expected.”I groan.“So damn mean.”
“You like mean.”
“Fuck you.Jerk it like you hate me.”
“I do.”He twists his wrist, the metal of his stacked rings digging into my sensitive flesh.“I fucking despise you.”
“Then use me harder.Show me your fangs.”
He crawls over me, straddling me, his breath hot on my cheek, his mouth almost at mine as he works my cock like a goddamn animal.
“Admit it,” I pant.“Admit you want me.”
I feel him against my hip, thick and stiff.Hung like a horse.He would hurt me with that thing.If I let him.But I don’t do that.I don’t bottom.
Except I might with him.Right now, I’d let him do anything he wanted.
His proximity overwhelms me, his tantalizing scent of smoke, leather, and untamed carnality clouding my senses.My pulse races as a charged question hangs unvoiced between us.
How far will we go?
“Tell me what you want.”My voice wavers, betraying a truth.
I want him.
Not the game.Not to break him or steal him from Dove.I just want him for the pleasure of… This.Him.Us.
His eyes bore into mine, searching, dissecting every hidden desire, every buried secret.His fist doesn’t slow on my dick as his free hand grips my face, fingers bruising.
“If you touch me,” he snarls against my lips.“This stops.”
Jesus.Did his cabin daddy fuck him up that badly?Pretty thing like him, acting like touch will break him.But somehow, he’s the one breaking me.
Fuck perfect.I want the pieces.The shame.The wreckage.“Don’t stop.”
He releases a panting, guttural groan and crashes his mouth against mine, harsh and demanding, a collision of power and need.Our teeth clash and tongues tangle.Not soft.Not tender.It’s warfare.
And I surrender.
He kisses like he fights, violent, skillful, and punishing.I match him stroke for stroke, sinking deeper, deeper, further into this madness as our tongues battle fiercely.
Urgency detonates between us, raw and intoxicating.My hand flexes above my head, gripping the mattress as I fight the frantic impulse to grab him and restrain him against me.
Above me, he growls against my lips, the sound primal, vibrating electricity through my veins.
