Page 160 of Raspados & Regret

“Can you?”

I don’t know. I’ve never come that way before. Maybe I could? I think he could ask me to try anything right now and my body would at least attempt the paperwork.

He shifts and pulls out suddenly, and I curse at the loss.

“What the fuck?”

He flips me onto my back before I can complain again.

The movement is fast, rough, and perfect. Then he grabs my thighs, pushes them up, and slides back inside me with one deep thrust that makes my mouth fall open. Face to face with him above me, his chain swinging against his chest, nipple piercings flashing, eyes dark and fixed on mine.

I’m spread wide under him.

Owned.

Seen.

The thought hits so hard my chest aches.

“There,” he says, his voice rougher now. “I want to see you come for me.”

I grip his shoulders. “Oh, fuck. God, you’re so hot, cariño.”

His mouth curves. “Yeah, well, I’m all yours now.” Then he drops his forehead to mine and starts moving again.

Deep.

Hard.

Enough that the bed frame complains and the wall gives a dull knock with every thrust. The whole apartment complex could know. The entire East Bay. Let the taco truck hear. Let the laundromat ghosts file a complaint. Fabián Salcedo’s fucking me in his bed after telling people I am his, and I want the world to learn by vibration.

His hand finds my throat again with his thumb under my jaw and fingers along my pulse. I wrap my hand around his wrist and keep him there.

“More,” I whisper.

His jaw clenches, and the pressure increases slightly. Enough to make my heartbeat loud in my ears. It’s hard enough that the edges of everything blur except him.

His eyes search mine the whole time.

He’s rough but so careful.

He is mine.

My body tightens around him, and he feels it. His mouth opens and his hips drive harder.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whimpers. “I’ve never felt anything this good. God, what’ve you done to me, muñeco? I could come inside you forever and never get tired of it.”

“Then fill me,” I whisper.

Fabián’s hips slow. “What do you want me to do, nene?”

“Fill me.” My voice breaks. “Come inside me like you mean it.”

He makes a rough sound, and I smile because I know what will destroy him.

“Lléname, papi. Todo adentro.”

His control snaps and the rhythm turns wilder, harder, deeper, his hand at my throat and his mouth at mine and his body telling me everything with each thrust.