Page 18 of Pieces of You

Fuck.

I combed my fingers through his hair and he sucked me down his throat, and I tensed up. We probably didn’t have long before Kyla and Dylan woke up downstairs.

“Just like that, baby,” I whispered in my morning voice. “Fuckin’ hell.” Just seeing my rock-hard cock filling his mouth over and over gave me shivers.

Yup, he was right. I needed this. The buildup happened so fast that the lust consumed me, and it was the best kind of break from the worries. Besides, Archie was going home with the kids today. I needed to get my fill.

Before I was ready to come, he stopped what he was doing, causing a burst of frustration to shoot through me, and he kissed his way up my body. His urgency was clear as day.

I grabbed his ass roughly as he brushed his lips up my jaw.

“Please fuck me, Owner. I need you so much.”

I bit back a groan. Frustration gone in a flash, I flipped him over and manhandled him into position. I usually loved waking up to him sinking his tight little ass down on my cock, but not this morning. I wanted it rough and fast with him on all fours. I craved it all of a sudden.

“Good slave.” I teased two fingers over his ass, noticing he’d already applied oil. “Grab on to the headboard.”

“Yes, Master.”

I drew a deep breath and rubbed the head of my cock against his glistening opening. Then I pushed inside of him in one long stroke and gripped his hips.

“Oh God,” he breathed.

The pleasure coursed through me, and I was almost taken aback by the intensity of it. Sue me, I had three irresistible partners, and I liked to fuck them as often as I could. Edging and being patient and skipping a few days didn’t exist for me. But now, it’d been several days since I’d gotten off, and maybe I could see the appeal in letting the pressure build up. Not that it would change shit going forward.

I set a fast, measured pace and just stared at where I pushed into him. I kneaded his ass cheeks greedily and took what I wanted. What I owned.

Not getting off once or twice a day had a major downside, though. It messed with my stamina. This was gonna be over real quick.

Goddamn.

Over and over, I fucked him in hard thrusts, all while pulling him back on my cock. He tried to stifle his sounds by covering his mouth with one hand, but I heard those needy little whimpers.

Fuck, he felt so damn good.

“Get yourself off, sweetheart,” I murmured. “I want a big mess on the sheets.”

He shuddered violently and obeyed me, reaching for his cock.

“Harder, Master,” he begged breathlessly. “I want to feel you for a week.”

I clenched my jaw, gripped his hips tighter, and slammed into him. No holding back. I railed him mercilessly and let the sound of my pelvis slapping against his ass fill the air. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I lolled my head back, and the sensations controlled my movements. I wanted more and more, harder and harder, giving him marks in the process. The only marks on his perfect body were from me.

I’d neglected him this week. I’d neglected my own needs as well.

“Jesus fuck,” I exhaled. “Get ready, boy.”

“Give me all of it,” he pleaded, his voice so shallow I barely heard him. “Fill me, Owner. Take everything.”

I almost lost it right there. I could feel the orgasm rushing closer, and I’d already fucked him past the point of no return. A low groan emanated from my chest. I gnashed my teeth and peered down again—and I was fucking gone. Heart pounding, thighs protesting, I started coming hard and deep into his ass.

My boy choked on a moan, and the air suddenly smelled like sex. I inhaled deeply and slowed down a little, but I wasn’t done. The pleasure still had me riding a high, and I batted away his hand so I could touch him. There we go. I smeared his come all over his cock and let it fuel the last of my climax.

Mother of fuck.

My brain was quiet. All thoughts had been silenced. I just breathed—or panted—and let the shivers run through me.

My cock throbbed inside him before I started going soft.