Page 110 of Unspoken Rules

“I need more,” I beg. “Please.”

Cole keeps doing what he’s doing, not caring what I’m begging for.

“The next time you throw a fit about her or anything else, you will be punished in a way you don’t like.”

He stops rubbing me to prove a point. I groan out a frustrated sound, and look down at my dick to see it leaking pre-cum. A long, sticking thread that’s pooling on the bed. I wish I knew how he makes it so easy to come so damn much.

“Understand?” His hand slides up my chest, settling at the base of my throat.

I growl out a “yes.”

He kisses my neck. “Good boy,” he whispers. “In the future, if you have a problem, you use your words and talk to me like the adult you are. Got it?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Lie down on your back.”

I’ve never moved so quickly in my life. I drop onto my back, and Cole settles between my legs, wrapping his lips around my cock. He sucks on the tip. Just sucks like he’s sucking a lollipop. It drives me insane and has me coming in seconds.

He swallows every bit of my cum. I feel like I’m going to pass out. But he taps my thigh and says, “Roll over and get that ass in the air for me, baby.”

It’s been so long since he’s been in my ass. I want to feel him inside me, want him to use my body however he wants. He seems to know me better than I know myself. I trust him so much it’s scary. I’ll do anything he asks.

I fucking licked my cum off a wall for him.

I’m probably going to regret that tomorrow.

A cap pops open, and he’s pouring lube between my cheeks and rubbing it in.

“Do you need me to be easy with you? I don’t want to be, but I will if you need it.”

“No,” I say instantly. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

He chuckles, placing a hand to my lower back as he lines his dick up. He presses forward and I do my best to relax. If I don’t, this is going to hurt because it’s been a while. He had his finger in there not too long ago, but a finger is nothing compared to his impressive cock.

“You sure, baby? It’s not too late to change your mind?” As he asks, he’s still urging forward.

“Positive,” I breathe out, pushing against him so he’ll go further in. The head of his cock enters me with a popping sensation.

“That’s my good boy,” he purrs.

Both of his hands are on my hips, holding me in place, and he goes deeper. Inch by inch, he slides inside me. The burn, the stretch, the ache… it’s delicious. It’s so good. Everything I needed.

I grip the sheets and focus on breathing, and the way his cock makes me feel so damn full.

But damnit, why is he taking so long?

“Just fucking do it, Cole,” I growl, snapping my hips back.

He growls as he slides all the way in. Tears sting my eyes, but the feel of him inside me is so satisfying. And when he fucks me, I see stars. Cole doesn’t hold back. Doesn’t take it easy. He fucks me with wild abandon, hard and harsh. His hips slap my ass, his cock stroking my prostate in the best possible way. My dick is leaking, and I so badly want to touch myself, but I don’t want this to end. Ever. I want this always.

The pain is welcome. My body is on fire. Electricity zapping through me. Cole’s touches, even though firm, are affectionate. Purposeful. Careful. His pleasure is my drug. Making him feel good? It’s my obsession. But the best thing isn’t the way I make him feel, it’s how he makes me feel. It’s the way that with just his words, my mind is clear. When he demands something of me, I do it without thought. Being like this with Cole makes me free. I’m free of the prison of myself. Of my brain that is constantly telling me I’m not good enough for anyone or anything. That I won’t amount to anything and will never succeed.

Because I’m succeeding now. I’m pleasing Cole. I’m making him feel good.

I’m being his good boy.

And right now, that’s all I want to be.

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