Page 82 of The Retreat

“How long has it been since anything was inside you?”

He looks over his shoulder. “Since we’ve been messing around a lot—a while.”

His words awaken something in my chest. “I bet your cunt is so fucking tight right now.”

He nods, dragging his teeth over his lip. “So tight.”

I push my thumb inside, and he squeezes around me. “I’m going to need to stretch you wide open.”

“For what?” His voice trembles.

I withdraw my thumb and coat my fingers in lubricant. “Whatever I want. It’s my hole, isn’t it, princess?”

He squirms as I push two fingers into him. I’m impatient to get my cock inside him, but I force myself to slow down. I want Colin to get off with me inside him, and that’s not the way I want to hurt him.

“I need more.” He fucks himself back on my fingers.

“Patience.” I deliver a quick slap to his ass, earning a yelp.

“But Owen—” The slight whine in his voice makes me want to bury myself in him now.

I slap his cheek again. Colin whimpers but tilts his hips up, silently asking for more. I rub over his reddening skin, teasing him, making him wait. He bites his bicep, sucking in slow breaths. I add a third finger, and his greedy hole welcomes the intrusion. But even three were nowhere near the girth of my cock. I’m leaking, imagining how he’ll look stretched around me.

I slap his cheek a few more times, leaving it red before I pull out of him.

He whimpers with the absence, turning into a begging mess. “No, please. Keep fucking me. I want to feel you inside me, Owen. Don’t put something else in me. I can’t take it. I need your fingers.”

I coat myself in lube while he pleads, but his last statement gives me pause. “You need my fingers?”

“Yes, please. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to come with you inside of me!”

I press my tip against his opening. “It’s too bad you want my fingers…I was going to fuck you.”

It takes a second for it to sink in, but as soon as it does, he’s twisting around looking in my eyes. “What?” He’s trembling.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders, pulling his back flush to my chest so I can kiss him, while I rub my tip against his hole. “I’m going to fuck you.”

He’s still searching my face.

“Do you doubt me, princess?” I force my head just past his barrier, and my eyes roll back.

He nearly goes limp in my arms. “Are you actually…”

He’s so tight, even after I prepped him. Being inside him is so much better than his mouth. Why had I waited so long? I give him another inch. “I’m going to bury my cock in your cunt, princess, until you can’t feel anything except me.”

He arches, taking more of me. “I need it all.”

I suck in a breath. “You greedy fucking whore.”

“I can’t help it.” He forces me deeper, taking as much of my cock as he can in this position.

“And why can’t you help it?”

“You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough.” He circles his ass, nearly killing me.

“My greedy little princess needs to be split open.”

He nods, dropping his head back on my shoulder. My hand comes up around his neck, and we move together. But it’s not enough. I need to see how I look completely filling him. I release his throat and shove him back over the table, before grabbing both his hips so I can control the pace. He fights my hold as I ease deeper, so I slap his other cheek so it’s as red as the other.

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