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I took hold of his wrists and shoved his arms against the mattress. “I’m controlling this.”
He just smiled at me. I needed to move, to show him I could ride him and give him everything just as hard as he’d given it to me, but first, I needed a moment to take in the painful pleasure of having him all the way inside me. My heart pounded as I gazed down at him and wondered which one of us would truly win in an all-out fight.
19
TJ
Ifought the need to move. The tight feel of Rhys’s ass was driving me crazy, and it took all the strength I had to let him hold me down.
His hands tightened around my wrists, and I saw the strain on his face. He was struggling to adjust to me, but he was so fucking determined. It was so like him to have taken all of me in one fast stroke.
He eased off, rising up on his knees until I was barely inside him. That was even worse torture. “Don’t you fucking tease me.”
He took my cock again much too slowly. “I told you to shut up.”
“Then get on with fucking me.”
“No. This is about what I need.”
With any other man, I would have flipped him over and driven right into his ass, setting my own pace. I was a man who took what he wanted. It was how I’d survived, but with Rhys, I wanted to find out how far he’d take this. How far would I let him push me before I snapped, and if I did, who would come out on top? I’d told him I was sure it would be me, but he was damn strong. His hands felt like iron around my wrists. I’d never been up against a man as skilled as he was.
Rhys tightened his grip even more as he began to ride me. His strokes were wild and rough. I couldn’t stop myself from struggling against his hold, not hard enough to break it but enough to let him know I’d never be completely passive.
He bit his lip, trying to hold in a cry as he slammed himself down on me. I needed to do something to gain some measure of control. “That’s it. Take what you need. Take care of yourself.”
“TJ, don’t—”
“I’m not doing anything. You’re in control.”
The look he gave me was meant to set me on fire. “Fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to use you to get myself off. That’s all I want from you.” I smiled up at him, and he snarled. “I just need your fat cock filling me. I want…”
I lifted my hips, pushing myself farther into him. “Tell me what you want.”
“No, I told you not to talk.”
“You love when I talk.”
“No.”
“Yes.” I lifted my arms, and he growled, shifting his weight forward to push me down again.
“Fuck yourself on me.”
He let go of one of my hands and covered my mouth. My instincts told me to fight him. Instead, I gripped his bicep, holding him as tightly as he held me.
He worked his body again, but this time he moved slowly, pressing back, then circling his hips. I couldn’t stop myself from squirming under him. It was torture.
I nipped at his hand, and he slid it down to my throat, gripping me tightly, not quite cutting off my air. My instinct to fight was growing stronger. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.
He stroked his thumb up and down the front of my throat. “You’re mine to fuck right now. That’s what you’re here for.”
“Keep playing with me and you’re going to regret it.” My voice was hoarse and choked, but I got the words out.
“I already regret it. I regret ever meeting you.”
