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He poured some into his hand and slicked himself up.

I drew in my breath when he took a slick finger and pressed it against me. I arched my back, sticking my ass out to him, beyond caring if he knew how desperate I was. He pushed his finger into my ass, making me moan as he opened me up. A moment later, he added another. I flexed my hips, trying to fuck myself on those thick digits. I was so ready, and I didn’t want to wait.

“That’s enough. Just fuck me.”

“What if I like playing with you like this?”

“I want your dick in me, TJ, and I want it now.”

He slapped my ass hard. The sting only made me hotter.

“No more playing around. I mean it.”

TJ chuckled, digging his fingers into my ass and squeezing hard. I wanted him to bruise me. I wanted him to take me totally out of myself. I was tired of thinking, tired of being logical, tired of worrying about everyone around me. I just wanted to be fucked.

“Do you think you’re ready for all this?” he asked, pushing the tip of his cock against my hole.

“More than ready.”

He surged forward, and I stopped breathing, suddenly scared he really was going to tear me open. He took me seriously about not being gentle. He didn’t move fast, but he was relentless, driving deeper and deeper until he was all the way in. I felt truly split open like his dick was all the way up to my throat. My ass burned, and I wanted to fight, to push him away, but I also knew this was exactly what I needed.

“Your ass feels so fucking good,” he growled. I tried to move, but he held me there, impaled on him, until I was whining and struggling, desperate for something, relief, more, the painful friction that would make me come.

“Move, goddammit.”

The bastard laughed. “You’re so eager. I love it.”

“Fuck. Me. Right. Now.”

He grabbed hold of my hips, yanking me back. My hands slid down the wall as he pulled out. He drove into me so hard my head hit the door. If he hadn’t been holding on to me, I would’ve fallen to my knees.

“You want more?” he asked.

“You fucking know I do.”

“You might hate me, but you want my dick. You want to be stuffed full of me, don’t you?”

“I really do hate you.”

“Good. Because there’s nothing as sweet as a nice long hate fuck.”

He pulled out and drove in again. This time he didn’t pause; he kept fucking me rough and hard. I was going to be bruised and sore as hell later, but right then, I didn’t care. I tried to brace myself on the wall so I could push back against him. I needed everything he could give. I fought his hold, desperate to move my hips, and he fought just as hard to hold me still.

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TJ

Rhys’s ass clinched tight around me. He was so hot inside I felt like he would burn me, but I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted to bury myself in him and spill my seed. I wanted to own him, to make sure he’d never forget how this felt.

I fucked him hard and fast. We were both slick with sweat. His hand slipped on the wall, and I pushed him forward until he was pressed against the rough wood. I wondered if he’d have splinters, but I didn’t really care. I kept taking him harder, driving into him like an animal.

He reached down, trying to get a hold of his dick, but I seized his wrist and pinned it to the wall.

“No. I want to see you come.”

“I… can’t…”

I forced myself to pull out, pinning him against the door with a hand in the middle of his back.

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