Page 198 of Midnight Curfew

“I bought it.” Dipping the tip of my tongue out, I taste his skin. “For you.”

His ass is mine. His cock is mine. I own him.

“Dressing me up, huh?” he asks.

Taking the condom, I breathe in his ear. “There will be more,” I tell him. “I want you in lots of my chains.”

Cum drips from my dick, and I groan. Rising up, I rip open the wrapper and roll on the condom. Grabbing the oil, I watch the side of his face as I take my time, reaching between us and rubbing it on him.

No shame comes from saying everything I said. I kept everything locked away, unable to share it with anyone for years.

He’s not good for me. I’m past that.

Now I’m just going to fuck him as many times as it takes to get sick of him.

“Tell me yes,” I pant. “Tell me that I can have you.”

“I’m not fighting you, am I?”

I moan, sinking my mouth into his neck, his shoulder…“Say yes.”

He groans, chills spreading down his arm. “Don’t stop,” he tells me instead.

Good enough.

Holding myself, I thrust, fitting the head into him. “You’re mine.”

I roll my hips again and slide in, feeling his body go rigid as he gasps and fists the blankets.

My eyelids flutter, the feel of him washing over me like a fucking drug, but I withdraw anyway. I want him to enjoy it.

Has he ever bottomed for anyone else other than me?

Rubbing his back, I wait for his breathing to quiet again. It doesn’t take long. He wants me to think that nothing bothers him.

Desperate to keep going, I press myself inside again, keeping it to just the head and letting him adjust.

His heat sinks through my skin, filtering up, and I close my eyes for a moment.

Then, I thrust, slowly taking myself deeper as I watch his body for a reaction. I grip his shoulder in one hand, planting my other on the bed at his side, nudging his knee wider with my own. In a minute, my shaft is buried inside of him, and I’m picking up the pace.

“Ah, fuck,” I moan. I know what it’s like to be him, and even though this feels amazing, I love it when he’s in control more. Feeling him on me, setting the pace, wanting it…

“Do you like this?” I whisper. “Do you like taking me?”

Does he like feeling how hard I am for him like I get to feel when he’s inside me?

I squeeze his flesh. “Say something.”

“I never liked you.”

And yet, his back is arched, little moans escaping with his breaths.

I lower my mouth to his ear. “I think your ass kind of likes me.”

He’s digging in his elbows to keep his body in place for me.

“You’re so tight.” I pump my hips faster, grazing my thumb over the back of his neck and the silver chain. “Say something else.”