Page 19 of Hate Me

I pulled almost all the way out, then rammed down his throat again, enjoying the sounds of him spluttering, loving the struggle.

And then I fucked into him, thrusting down his throat with no mercy, pleasure sparking like livewires, making me throw my head back as he took it all, even opening his throat wider and trying to give me more, so desperate for me to take my fill.

“There’s my good savage slut. Your cock is dripping for me, begging for me to ravage your throat and stuff you full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Mmmf,” he spluttered in response.

His tongue came into play and I jolted, losing my rhythm for a moment as he started going feral all over me, slathering and swirling wildly.

“Christ, that fucking tongue,” I grunted. “There it is. Yeah… ungh… feast on me, boy.”

He reached behind me and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, his tongue not letting up for a second, making my balls draw tight, taking me higher and higher, pleasure swirling around me like a goddamn tornado, just as his tongue worked me over like one.

He was a fucking animal.

Just. Like. Me.

He spread my ass cheeks, then I felt wetness being dragged up to my hole. The stickiness of it pointed to it being his pre-cum.

He gathered more and more until my hole was slick, and then he pushed what felt like a thumb inside.

I lurched and went harder, pumping down his throat fucking violently—what he clearly wanted by teasing me like this.

Harder. Rougher. Absolutely fucking merciless.

Another thumb popped inside, then he was grinding them into me, stretching and twisting, creating one hell of a burn that called to the pain whore in me in a major way.

Fuck. My balls were drawing tighter.

If we kept this up, I was gonna have him choking on my cum already.

I ripped my cock from his mouth and slapped his hands away from my ass, sucking in a steadying breath as his digits left me empty.

“Get on the bed,” I ordered, slapping my cock in his face as he raised his head and looked up at me, eyes glazed. “All fours. Stick that sweet ass out for me.”

He scrambled up and moved into position, as I walked around the bed and pulled open the nightstand drawer and took out a condom. I ripped open the packet with my teeth, then rolled it down over my cock. Then I snatched up the packet of lube. Tearing it open, I squirted a generous amount onto my cock, then slicked it all over my shaft and crown, grinning as he watched me, actually panting and then licking his lips.

When I was done, I handed it to him, but he shook his head.

I cocked an eyebrow.

“Changed my mind. Forget the lube, I want it raw.”

Damn.

He had me pausing for a moment.

No.

“Believe me, with the way I’m gonna fuck you, you don’t. I’ll break your ass, babe.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

“Too bad. I do.” I might be in a fucking state, but I wouldn’t hurt him like that. Plus, he wasn’t mine, and Ash definitely wouldn’t like it. It was bad enough that I’d lost control and invited Jonah in here as it was.

Well, he’d shown up at my door practically begging for it, but still.

He snatched the lube with a grunt, then started slicking his fingers, while keeping one hand and both knees on the bed. “Fine, just hurry. You’re killing me. That skull-fucking really worked me up. I need you in me, Cal. Real bad, all right?”

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