Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
You still love him.
No.
I yanked his hips higher, needing access to his dick. When I reached under him and wrapped my hand around his length, he whimpered. The sound was delicious.
I worked his cock as he tried his best to thrust into my hand. “You like that. You like me jerking you off while your ass is being rammed by my cock.”
He whimpered again. I didn’t care if he was playing me, knowing what I wanted to hear. That sound alone brought me to the brink of orgasm.
I worked him until he was shaking. I was as needy as he was, but I fought to hold back. I needed this to last just a little longer. If I was honest, I wanted it to last forever so I’d never have to deal with the consequences, but my dick was begging for release, and my vision was starting to go dark at the edges from the combination of pleasure, exhaustion, and emotional upheaval.
I released his cock. “Goddamn it, Carter. Fucking finish me off.”
I laughed. The sound was pure evil, and I felt him shudder under me.
“Beg me,” I ordered.
He didn’t speak or move except for the shivers running over him that he couldn’t control. I had him right where I wanted him. “You loved breaking me. Now it’s your turn.”
“I….”
“Beg me, Matteo.”
He sucked in his breath when I drew out his name, using the sexy voice he’d gotten used to hearing when he fucked me.
He’d been ready to come when I let go of him. One or two more strokes would have been enough. How did I remember his body so well, all the signals he gave, the exact way he liked to be touched?
How could you ever forget?
I raked my nails down his back making him hiss. “Give in. This is the best way to punish you, to make you have to ask for what you want.”
“No.” He shook his head, and I dug my fingers into his ass. He was panting and fighting me now.
“You’re never getting away from me. I guess you regret putting yourself at my mercy now.”
“Fuck me Carter.”
“No. You’re going to have to beg me, to tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you.” The words froze me for a moment. He wasn’t teasing now. He sounded desperate. “I need all of you.”
“No. Right now. What do you need?”
“I need to make you forgive me.”
I felt his words like a hit to the chest. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Make me come then. Please. Please Carter. Just give me that.”
My hand was around his dick before he finished speaking. I worked him harshly as I thrust into him, fucking him with my cock and my hand.
He whimpered, taking what I was giving him and trying to get more, moving as much as his position allowed. Finally, he cried out, the sound primitive and haunting. His cum wet my hand, and I kept pumping him until he was wrung dry. He whined as I fucked him, riding him as hard and as fast as I could until my world went black except for flashes of light going off inside my head. With a deep groan, I pumped out everything I had into his tight ass.
When I was done, I pulled out, making him gasp. Then I flopped down on the mattress next to him. I’d wanted to stay inside him, but that was dangerous as hell. What I’d done was bad enough, but letting myself stay there, resting my body against his, holding him? That wasn’t going to happen. I was far too addicted to him as it was.
I couldn’t stop myself from turning to look at him, though. He was shaking, and my stomach flip flopped as I realized he was crying, sobbing into the mattress. I grabbed my pants, extracted the key from the front pocket and undid his cuffs.
Everything I’d just told myself I wouldn’t do went out the window then as I pulled him against me and spooned myself around him.
9
MATTEO
I’d told myself I wouldn’t actually let Carter break me. I’d pretended I could stay in control. I’d let Carter think he was running the show when it was me all along. I didn’t care about begging him. I’d beg him for sex anytime. It turned him on, and I was happy to give in. What I wanted was Carter out of control with lust, unable to keep himself from fucking me until he blew his mind. I didn’t care if he hurt me. He could have fucked me bone dry, and I would have let him, but this….
I’d fought the tears, fought the storm of emotion wracking my body. I’d thought I was strong enough to hold them back. I’d planned to pull him to me, crush him under me and keep feeding his desire, but I wasn’t strong enough. I’d worn myself down too far, fought too hard for too long, and I couldn’t do it anymore, not after the soul-shattering climax he’d given me.