Page 51 of Racing Hearts

His eyes devour me, his lips parting when they land on my hard dick. I reach down and palm myself, squeezing as I stroke, and he watches me, his chest heaving. Suddenly, he smacks my hand away. “You don’t get to touch yourself, rich boy, not when you’re with me.”

Groaning, I lean up and search for his mouth again, needing that brutal edge. He gives it to me, kissing me hard as his hands slide up my thighs and grip me. Desire courses through me as I groan into his mouth, lifting my hips as I thrust my cock into his hands.

“Please, Anders,” I beg, not above it when I need him this badly.

I’ve wanted him all this time, and it’s been driving me crazy. I want more. I want it all. He looks nervous, though, as he sits back, releasing me. This isn’t my first time, but it’s his, and I need to remember that. I shouldn’t push him no matter how much I want him.

“Alek.” I cup his cheeks as I lean up, our faces inches apart so he can focus on my words. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

“You think I’m scared? No, rich boy, I’m fucking frozen with how goddamn beautiful you look spread over my back seat. I’ve never wanted anyone as much in my entire fucking life, so yeah, maybe I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up or that I’m going to hurt you with how much I want you.” He says it so confidently, so proudly, that I nearly come on the spot.

My eyelashes flutter as a coy smile curves my lips at his declaration. “Not possible, Anders. I’ll like it however I can get it. Hard, painful, soft—I want it all. You don’t think I want a man like you without wanting the pain that comes with it? Baby, you hit me when you kissed me, and I went home and jacked off. Your actions and words are always laced with venom, and I love it. Sink it into me, fucking fill me with it, and fill my body with agony. I’ll beg you to keep going. Whatever you dish out, Anders, I can take it,” I promise as I run my lips down his throat. “Now take your clothes off. I want to see you. I want your muscles on display for me while you fuck me.”

He opens the door with a groan and slides out as I sit up, watching as he removes his shirt and throws it into the front before shoving his jeans and boxers down, letting me look at his large, hard cock. It’s leaking for me and so thick and long, I have to grip my shaft to stop myself from coming at the sight. He’s going to feel so fucking good inside me.

I can’t look away as he crawls inside and over my body as I fall back.

My eyes feast on him as he leans above me, his arms bunching with the movements, and his abs rub across my cock. He’s so fucking beautiful, and I tell him so as I kiss him. “You can have me, baby, any way you want. You want me on my front?—”

“Uh-uh, on your back, rich boy. I want to see your pretty face when I take what’s mine,” he says, and shit if my heart doesn’t fucking clench at that not so innocent warning.

Lying back for him, I slide my hand up his thick, muscular thigh, liking the way the hair tickles my palm before I grip his long length and guide him between my legs.

His eyes widen, and he reaches down, scrambling across the floorboards for something without looking away, and when he lifts a bottle, I smirk. He blushes hard. “I have been researching. I thought we might need this.”

“And you kept it here?” I grin, tightening my hand on his dick until he groans, bowing over me.

“Enough talking,” he snaps and uncaps the bottle, drizzling the cold lube across his fingers. He reluctantly pulls his cock away from me as his wet fingers slide over my dick, then my balls and lower, pressing against my hole. He glances down, watching his movements, and I spread my legs wider, lifting them so they are on his shoulders.

He groans, slipping his digits inside me, and I close my eyes, my back arching as he innocently prods my prostate. My cock throbs in pleasure as he slides his fingers in and out, working in a third, all while watching me with obsession and hunger in his gaze.

“No more,” I beg. “I can’t take any more. I need you inside me. I need your cock, not your fingers.”

Snarling, he yanks his fingers out of my ass and squirts the lube on his cock, and we guide him to my ass together. Our eyes meet once more as he hesitates. “I can take you, baby. Trust me . . . Fill me . . .”

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he stutters as he pushes into me, both of us groaning at the feeling. The sharp discomfort only lasts a second as he slides deeper before pulling out and rocking his hips forward.

“I don’t want gentle, baby. I want you, brutal and hard. Fuck me,” I order, placing my hands on his shoulders and digging my nails into his skin. He hisses in pain, his hips snapping forward in retribution, filling me to the brim with his huge cock, and I cry out.

“Shit, sorry, pretty boy?—”

“Don’t stop!” I implore, lifting my hips to take him deeper, and he groans in response. My eyes open, locking on his brutal face, and his eyes are focused on his cock as he pulls from my ass and slides back in, making me feel so fucking full I can barely breathe. Each time he fills me, he hits my prostate, and I dig my nails in deeper.

“Look at you.” His voice is filled with awe as he thrusts harder, filling me until the car is rocking with the force. “Fuck, pretty boy, you are goddamn perfection. You were made to be under me, taking my dick.”

“Do I feel good?” I ask, my heart hammering in my chest as I slide my hands greedily across his exposed muscles, pinching his nipples and watching him snarl above me.

“Hot, so fucking hot and tight.” One hand hits the ceiling of his car as he thrusts before he groans and drops lower, covering my body.

His mouth slants over mine once more in a blazing, possessive kiss. I kiss him back, eating at his mouth as our bodies move. Pleasure spirals through me, my cock rubbing against his abs, leaking all over them as I rock my hips. Whining into his mouth, I push him up, needing to breathe. I turn my head, and he bites my neck brutally before sucking.

“You feel so good, pretty boy.” His voice is a wicked rasp, filling the interior of the rocking car. “You’re never getting away from me now. You’re mine. You’re wearing my fucking mark, and I’m going to stain this ass so no one else can have it,” he says as he lifts his torso again, blocking more of the light as he fucks me. His thrusts become brutal and hard, hurting even as they feel so good, I bite my lip until I taste blood.

I watch his biceps flex with the movements, his fingers digging into my muscles as he snarls my name.

My hand slides up his shoulder and around the back of his neck, feeling the solid muscle there as I tug him down for another fierce kiss.

I buck my hips, needing more.

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