“Mm-hmm,” I moan.
“God, you need it so bad, dollface.”
Two thick fingers push into my mouth. “Get them wet,” he says, teeth biting the back of my neck, sharp, claiming. He drags them down toward my shoulder. Fuck, I hate how much I lovethis. Being his toy. Letting him humiliate me for pleasure. I arch into him, my bare ass finding his clothed cock.
“You’re just a needy little bitch whore who can’t get enough of my cock. Say it.”
“Y-Yes. Fuck, yes,” I mumble around his fingers. “Just your needy bitch whore.”
His free hand slips between my thighs, palm rough where everything’s still covered—that’s annoying as fuck. I want to feel his skin on mine. I wanna get closer to him.
“This what you’re begging for, dollface?”
Yeah. I vowed I wouldn’t beg, but my body’s betrayed me. It wants him, aches for him all the fucking time. I can’t take it anymore.
I growl low, primal. “Fuck you.”
Tate’s fingers find my hair, sinking down to the root. His palm cracks down, loud. Sharp. Punishing. The fingers in my mouth end up shoved into my ass. They burn. I cry out, but I don’t pull away, wanting the pain, needing to feel him, not just now but after, too.
“That’s it, dollface. You need to be owned, don’t you? Crave to belong to me.” But he’s affected, too, his voice scrapes like gravel over his vocal cords. His fingers leave my ass, palm cracking over it instead, the sting blooming into a throbbing handprint. “You think I don’t know what you need.”
Another smack.
Then another.
The skin over my right ass cheek ripples. A muffled cry is wrung from the depths of me.
“Fucking you isn’t enough. I want you to feel me in your bones. I want you so entangled with me, leaving would feel like death.”
I stick my ass out for him, feeling so hollow, empty. I’ll take anything—his fingers, his handprints,fuck, his teeth sinking into my ass cheek again.
Tate slides his hand forward, and my breath hitches. Is he going to … yes. His palm wraps around my raging, hard cock. My balls tighten, pinching off an orgasm already threatening to spill over. A dark laugh rumbles from behind me. Pleased.
“You hate me,” he murmurs, stroking slowly, deliberately. “Or maybe it’s that you hate what I can do to you.”
“A little of both right now, Tate.”
He grips my hair like I’m a marionette, tilting my head, exposing my neck for him. The room fills with my labored breathing and little suck sounds as he nibbles on all the spots that drive me fucking crazy.
Tate keeps stroking my cock, mean and controlled, holding me in place, always reminding me that he calls all the shots. There’s something nice about that. Tate might be a fucking dick, but I can melt into his collar. Let him hold me up or pin me down.
Then his fingers are gone, I’m empty and free again. “What are you …?”
“Stay.” He smacks my ass. I turn my head, watching him rummage around in whoever’s desk this is. “Aha!”
“Is that hand lotion?”
“Beggars can’t be choosers, baby. I’d get you wet with my tongue, but we don’t have a lot of time.”
“I told you not to call me baby.”
He unzips his pants, coating the head of his dick. A floral scent fills the air—gardenias. “My asshole’s gonna smell like a grandma.”
But the head breaches my entrance, sinking in halfway, and fuck, I’m gone. I’ll smell like a whole damn garden for his cock. “Yes.Yes.That’s … right there. I want all of it, Tate.”
He gives me what I want, pulling back, slamming inside, and I meet his thrust. We moan together, panting, sucking wind as he finds a quick rhythm. His hand finds its way into my hair again, and I can’t help but notice—control. Like it’s what’s anchoring him.
That rough palm slides down to my cock again, stroking hard. I come violently with a full-body shudder, spilling into his hand. He holds my still pulsing cock, picking up speed, the sounds of his pleasure softly moaned into my ear. He doesn’t stop fucking me, claiming me, feeding my ass every drop of his cum. Eventually, he slows, but he stays deep inside, wrenching my head around, kissing me with built-up passion. It transforms from animalistic to something that could almost be classified as sweet.
