And it’s so fucking good. The way he grips me, the way he molds so perfectly to accommodate my length, the way he lets out these small, desperate little cries that feed the darkest parts of me.
Once I’m buried to the hilt, I pull right back out, slamming in with no time given for him to adjust. And Landon goes crazy, moaning so loud I’m convinced the closest living person to us will hear him.
Which would be everyone residing in Chastain Castle, of course. It would beJulian.
The thought spurs me on, and I slam into him relentlessly, searching for that sensitive bundle of nerves buried so deep inside.
“Find it,” Landon groans. “Make me cry.”
So fucking bossy. So bratty. But I do it anyway, trying different angles repeatedly until he suddenly screams, his chest falling to the mattress, his arms limp.
“Is that it, babydoll? You feel me there?” I grunt out, slamming into him over and over again.
“Yes! Yes, god,there,”he calls out. And with his cheek pressed to the mattress, I can see his profile, how he’s drooling onto my comforter.
“Gonna fuck you until you pass out,” I tell him. “Gonna fucking wreck you and fill you up.”
“Wait!” Landon suddenly gasps, throwing a hand behind himself to shove me away.
And I’m not acompletemonster, just a bit of a sadist, I guess, because I step back, pulling out. He stands, turning to face me with a red, tear-soaked face and a confident smile.
“I want to ride you. " Lie down,” he insists.
“I don’t take orders from—”
“Disgusting guys like me, I know,” he interrupts, rolling those gorgeous green eyes of his. “But you’ve just proven how disgusting you really think I am, which isn’t very—might I add. So just lie the fuck down and let me ride that monster cock of yours.”
From outside my bedroom window, rain pours down on us, nearly hiding his lustful gaze as it drops to my dick with how the sun is hidden away.
He’s convinced me. Maybe I’m easy?
I crawl onto the bed, resting my head on the pillows. I have no time to stare at his flushed and needy body before he’s climbing on top of me, sinking onto my length with no hesitation.
“Yes,” he mewls, his rough fingers digging into my sides as he takes me.
My breath catches in my throat, making it impossible to do anything other than gasp. In this position, with him in control, I sink in so much more.
My eyes are locked onto where I can see myself impaling his hole every time he lifts and slams back down. His hair, now darker and matted with sweat, sticks to his forehead as he bounces, his thighs straining.
“Nate,” Landon breathes out, dropping his gaze to mine. “You’re such a fucking prick, but your cock feelsso good.”
A startled groan leaves me, my brows furrowing as I take in the blissed-out expression he’s wearing.
Landon isbeautifullike this. All wanting and dominant, so turned on and needy for me that I’m momentarily convinced thatthisis what I exist for. To give him pleasure, to provide him a dick to ride.
The idea of anyone else touching him is making me violent, and the sudden urge tofeelmyself inside of him is deep and primal.
Lifting a hand from his hip, I do just that, pressing onto the skin below his navel as he cries out, my cockhead bulging from within.
It’s such a perfect sight. My balls are drawing up tight incredibly fast, my hands feeling each tremor of his body. It vibrates through his core, straight down to his throbbing length and his shaking thighs. His hands extend behind himself, gripping my legs as he rides andrides.
As if he’ll never get tired of it. As if he’ll stay right here, impaling himself on my dick until he passes out from exhaustion.
I want him like this, I realize. I think he’s conceited and presumptuous and totally, unattractively manipulative—but I also want himjust like this. It’s a contradiction I’ve never felt before, but as I watch him, my chest constricts.
Landon is on full display, a beautiful demonstration of art as he works himself harder.
“Sweet Lanny,” I grunt out, bucking my hips up and into him in time with each bounce he feeds me. “You’re so beautiful.”
