“Like that?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Use your voice,” he ordered.
“Yes, I like it.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
Calvin nipped my ear, sucking the lobe as his fingers prodded deep and—holy shit!
I cried out and bucked back against his hand.
He laughed quietly and did it again.
“Oh God. Fuck—Cal, please! I-I need it!”
“Youneedit?” he asked, withdrawing his fingers. A brief pause was followed by the crinkle of a condom wrapper and more lube before one hand firmly took my hip. “You needanycock? Ormycock, baby?”
“Yours!” I said, ignoring the tone of desperation in my voice. I was too worked up to give a damn about being self-conscious now, and maybe Calvin had done that on purpose. “Fuck me—God, before I go insane! No one is as good. I only want you.”
I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, a low laugh escaping as he pressed into me. “Sexy little minx.”
I tensed up as Calvin pushed the head of his cock in, and I had to consciously take a few deep breaths. He kissed my neck and shoulder, free hand reaching around to stroke me slowly. He murmured a few words of encouragement while sliding in farther.
“Doing okay?” he asked gently, always ready to break whatever rough play we were having to ensure I was feeling good. And every time, it warmed my heart.
“Okay,” I agreed, nodding before pressing my forehead against the wall. “You’re really big.”
He kissed my head again. “Take your time,” Calvin whispered.
I pressed back to meet him after a few more breaths, sliding and locking into place. It felt right and perfect, overwhelming andgood. “Move.”
Calvin pulled back a bit, holding my hips firmly as he slowly thrust in and out. The burning scrape of pleasure sent a thrill from my toes to my head. I moaned in approval and reached down to stroke myself.
Calvin grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “No touching until I say so.”
“But I—”
“I’m in charge,” he ordered, voice deep and gruff, and fuck—yes, God, I’d do anything he said.
“Are you?” I asked, egging him on like he did me. “Then fuck me like you mean it.”
Calvin groaned, gripped my hips firm enough to leave marks, and slammed into me. He fucked me with ruthless abandon, balls slapping my ass as he moved hard and fast. I screamed and swore and loved every fucking second of it. Shoved up against the wall, boyfriend’s cock buried in my ass, I couldn’t comprehend anything but how goddamn perfect the moment was.
“You want me to come in your tight hole?” Calvin asked.
It was a question I was not meant to disagree with. Not that I wanted to answer to the contrary.
“Yes, yes! C-Calvin! Let me come too!”
“You hard?” He grunted, and I could barely hear him over the cussing, and moaning, and slapping of skin on skin.
“Yes!”
Calvin moved one hand from my hip, pulling me back against him so we could manage a kiss. “You’re mine. Hear that? You belong to me. Say it.”
