Page 57 of Who The Hell Are You?

He hooks his arm around Harris’s neck and bounces off, so I turn Cass around till our bodies join from the front and continue our swaying. He tips his head back and I smile down at him. If this is the last time we're together once I tell him my secret, I'm happy I got to see him like this. Leaning up, he captures my lips in a heated kiss. Snaking my hands behind him, I palm at his ass and feel his dick twitch against mine, even through our jeans.

Before I can deepen the kiss he pulls away, baring my ear out of the headphone.

“I want you to fuck me. Tonight, now.”

A better gentleman wouldn’t feel right keeping a secret like this from him, and then take advantage of his body. I want to be that gentleman, but I'm really fucking not. I'm a surrendering simp the moment his puppy dog eyes come out, and he knows he's won before I even say yes.

His lips sear my skin everywhere they touch, dragging, nipping, sucking, driving me fucking crazy. We're naked on Cassie's bed, having run back here to rip each other's clothes off. If I was desperate to get inside him, he's a mad man, devouring every inch of my body from where he straddles my hips. Tattooed knees press into the mattress, my dick pressing against the underside of his shaft. I could combust. My head is pounding with the roar of lust. It's so intense and all we're doing is grinding against one another.

“C-Cassie, fuck we shouldn't. You shouldn't, not with your head.”

He stops sucking on my collarbone and sits up, already panting. “No fuck that. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

I want to growl and throw him down on the bed, press his muscled body so hard into it as I pound into his tight virgin hole. The noise escapes my chest, I’m about to sit up, but I remember his injuries at the last minute and thankfully don't throw him down. If he wants this, we're doing it like this.

My hand snaps up and takes his throat, my thumb squeezing into his pulse point testing.

“Fuck, yes Miley. Please, please put your huge dick inside me.”

I want to ask him where the hell my little submissive reaper has gone, but that admits to too many things and even experimenting, he was always vocal.

Squeezing his throat, I drag him down to kiss him harshly. “We do this with you on top, but you're not in control Cassie. I am. I'll fuck you how I want, how you need. Ok?”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Lube?”

“Under my pillow.” My eager love. Letting go of his throat, I find the bottle underneath my head and snap the cap open. Spreading a generous amount onto three fingers, I close it and launch the thing to the side. I'm still worried about him straining himself too much, so before we can both overthink this, I bring my hand underneath his rock hard erection.

“Lift a little, use your knees to hold yourself.” He does as I request, my fingers finding his tiny pucker. Using my other hand to spread one of his cheeks, I circle his rim with my index finger to warm up the lube. His breath hitches a little and I sooth him with a shush, his blown pupils never leaving my own.

Dipping my finger in, the ring of muscle doesn't resist and I plunge one finger fully into his hole.

“What the hell?” I still, panting at the feeling of him. He's so warm and soft. He's breathing hard too, but the way his eyes grow even darker tells me he's loving this. The pale skin I can see where he's not tattooed is flushed, his entire face turning pink.

“I've been prepping with a butt plug all week.” He whispers.

“You…Cassie, fuck…You’re so perfect.” I curl myself up to kiss his lips. Our tongues dance and an overwhelming crash of emotion hits me out of nowhere. “Did you like how it felt?”

“It hurt at first…but then it felt really good.”

I melt at his omission. “You're going to really love this then.”

Dipping my finger out, I slowly push two fingers into his ass until he's taken them fully. Crooking them as I move them back and forth, I find that special spot inside him that feels different and he nearly shoots off the bed.

“Fuuucccckk! Miley, Baby, what are you doing to me?” He writhes on top, pushing his ass back onto my fingers. I pick up the pace, hitting his prostate over and over again. “That feels so good, don't stop.”

Chuckling, I rest my free hand behind my head and just watch him grinding himself on my fingers. “You look so hot, Baby. You're fucking gorgeous. An Adonis.” He looks blissed out is what he looks, breaking our eye contact to throw his head back.

“I could come like this.” He moans.

“I'm going to use three fingers.” I tell him, before pushing a third into him slowly. I scissor out my fingers to loosen him, but he's clearly done a good job prepping all week before his muscles are completely relaxed. There's only a small resistance, but with how he's moaning it's because he's close to coming.

Shortening my thrusts so I don't hit his prostate, I stroke his jaw with my other hand, getting him to look at me. He'd closed his eyes, completely away with pleasure.

“Condoms?”

He shakes his head. “I don't want to use one. Are you clean?”