My lips curve into a smug grin as I brush them against his. “It sure feels like you hate me.”
I roll my hips again, groaning low as I feel his thick, hard cock against mine.
“I can’t fucking stand you,” he snarls.
And the next thing I know, I’m being spun around and shoved up against the wall as Easton thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
My head is fucking spinning as arousal courses through my veins. I’m so damn turned on, my cock is hard enough to hurt.
Easton kisses me like an animal, growling as he bites at my lip hard enough to draw blood. I moan like a little bitch in heat, because fuck me, I love it.
I’ve always been forced to be the more dominant partner, so I never realized how much I’d want to be dominated, until Easton.
The way he takes control, uses me, hurts me, is the hottest experience of my life. It’s so wrong, but feels so damn right.
“You’re so fucking hard right now.” He growls, hand grasping my bulge and squeezing. My eyes roll back, and I whimper. Fucking whimper.
His chuckle is dark. “Listen to you. You’re such a dirty little slut for me aren't you, Bennett? You’re the one obsessed with me. Stalking me. Can’t fucking get enough of me, can you?”
“Easton,” I moan his name like it’s a desperate plea.
“You want it?” he asks, stroking me over my jeans. “You want me to be the one on my knees this time? You want your cock in my mouth, making you moan like a fucking whore as you cum down my throat?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck, yes.”
Easton surprises me as he slides down on his knees.
My eyes open, and I watch him with heavy-lidded eyes, the need for him is stronger than it’s ever been before.
He roughly makes work of my jeans and frees my cock. His grip is hard, making me whimper, but I bask in the bite of pain, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“You fucking love being treated like a little slut don’t you?” He laughs, stroking me from root to tip. “As long as you get off, you don’t care how.”
“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock,” I grunt.
His lip pulls up into a feral sneer.
“That’s not a very nice way to ask,” He says. I gasp as he squeezes the tip of my cock.
My hips jerk forward, and pleasure shoots down my spine, right to my balls. Fuck, I’m seconds away from cumming. What the hell is wrong with me?
Why is this turning me on so much?
“Please,” I whimper, needing his mouth on me. “Please, Easton.”
“That’s more like it.” He leans forward and fucking swallows my cock whole. My eyes roll back, and my knees threaten to buckle.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out as Easton starts to bob his head, sucking hard. He gags, but he doesn’t let that stop him. His stubborn side takes over, and he takes my cock with determination.
He sucks and licks me like I’m a damn lollipop. I force my eyes open, needing to see this. I’d hate myself if I missed the sight of Easton with my cock down his throat.
My eyes lock on his. They’re watching me with tears leaking and filled with lust and anger.
My hands tangle in his hair, and I hold him still as I thrust into his mouth. With a sinister grin, I move my hips, using his throat.
Easton moans as he chokes and gags. He loves it. I can see it in his eyes.
“Who's the little bitch now?” I snarl, pushing him as my pace grows harder, faster.
