He inches back.
My jaw goes slack at the dark, depraved look in his eyes.A slow smirk unfurls on my lips as I stroke him again. “You’re sexy as hell when you’re pissed.”
He’s not amused.
“Fingers. In. Your. Ass.Now.”
The thick vein on the underside of his cock pulses against my palm. Instead of releasing him to prep myself, I guide his slickened dick to my hole. Surprise widens his eyes.
And it makes me feel… powerful. Because even though he’s on top of me, pinning me to the mattress,I’mthe one in control.
It’s a rush. A new high.
Relaxing, I notch the blunt head of his cock in.
His jaw drops on a silent, “Oh.”
Adrenaline and endorphins numb the burn as I hook my ankles around his lower back to bring him closer.Everywhere—I want him everywhere.
One of his arms gives out as he shudders.
“Holyfuckbaby,” he hisses, shifting his hips. The pressure increases. I tremble, overcome by a combination of my body’s cursed memory and the blissful present. He pauses, squeezing the hand he holds beside my head.
My heels dig into his ass, taking him deeper. He chokes out a moan, head hanging. A damp curl brushes my nose. The heat spreads from where he bottoms out, to my groin, my balls, ending at the tip of my dick. He withdraws slowly, glancing between our bodies before his gaze locks on mine.
His hips snap.
Bright pleasure bursts through me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuckyes,” I gasp, meeting his thrusts, each one swiping my prostate. Zaps of white hot ecstasy coil me tighter. Precum spills on my stomach. My free hand wedges between us to fist my cock.
The tide rises in tingling waves as he sets a sensual rhythm, rolling into me over and over. Grinding himself so deep my breath catches.
“That’s my fucking boy,” he pants. “You were made for me.Onlyme.”
His.
Warmth washes over me.
It’s better than any drug.
Nodding, I whimper and cling to him.
His pace picks up.
“God, I can’t get close enough to you,” he rasps, sweaty upper lip grazing mine. My moans slur from one to the next. It’s an onslaught of overwhelming sensations: aching radiating pulses, slapping skin and dizzying bolts of ecstasy every time his cock drives into me.
But my climax looms just out of reach.
“More,” I beg. “I need more.”
“I’ve got you, love,” he promises and steals a sloppy kiss. “Can we try something?”
With him? I’ll try anything.
I nod. I’m rewarded with his tongue sweeping into my mouth for a taste. Then he withdraws from my ass and taps my hip. “On your stomach.”
