Page 77 of Hate Me

I chuckled. “I thought you were in pain.”

“Only the good kind.” He grinned. “You forgot that I can always take you, huh?”

“I’m about to be reminded. Vividly.”

“And brutally?” he asked, hopefully.

I’d missed his sick and twisted side more that I’d realized. Well, more than I’d allowed myself to acknowledge—until now.

I pushed in another couple of inches, then began thrusting slow and shallow.

As soon as he started trying to fuck back on me, sinking into the rhythm, I pulled out to the tip, then slammed in right to the hilt.

He roared and slammed his fists down on the island.

“And brutally.”

I did it again until I was fucking him deep and hard, his body jerking up the island from the force of it, and I yanked on my fistful of his hair to pull him back to me.

His sexy eyes were glazed and drunk on pleasure as he held my gaze through it.

Shocks of pleasure tormented my cock as he squeezed the fuck out of me, greedily demanding more, desperate to swallow me whole.

“Your hungry ass can’t get enough.” I slapped his cheeks in quick succession, delivering a biting sting that only had him fucking back against me like a wild thing. “There’s my pain whore.”

“Yes, fuck, Cas! Fuck!”

I angled my cock and hit his sweet spot head-on.

He lurched and screamed out in ecstasy. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

“Jerk your cock,” I commanded.

He reached down and clamped his hand around his shaft, then started fisting it roughly, losing himself to it as he matched my violent fucking of his sweet ass.

“Good boy, work that cock like the desperate little ass slut that you are for me.”

I jackhammered into his sweet spot until his cries became raspy strained noises.

Then I snaked my hand between us and slapped his balls.

He jolted and choked at the sudden pain.

I released his hair and used both hands to torture them with brutal slaps, jostling them violently.

“Ungh, Jesus Christ!” he cried, slamming his free hand down onto the island over and over as he struggled to endure the conflicting intense sensations.

I squeezed his balls, feeling they were now hot to the touch from my abuse.

I dug my nails into them, making Caleb twist on my cock, driving him out of his mind with him not sure whether he wanted to get away or endure more of my torment.

I resumed my slapping with one hand, jostling his balls roughly.

With the other, I raked my nails down his back viciously, drawing blood all the way down in long red-raw scratches.

“Ah, fuck me! Fuck me! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come, Cas!”

I twisted my hips, stretching his ass open wider.

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