Page 68 of Obsessed with my Temptation

There was nomaybe.Not when his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. It made me want to bend him over right here and fuck him senseless.

It made me want to bend him overat the frat party. To go back in time and do it, in front of everyone, so that damn Mark would think twice about touching what was mine. So he would never dare hurt Scott.

“You want it hard tonight, sweetheart?” With my hands I pushed his hips harder against mine, making his breath hitch. I squeezed his ass hard as I leaned into his ear, only barely caressing my lips against his skin. My voice was rough as I added, “Want me to fuck you good, hard, and rough like you told me you fantasized about?” My fingers dug into his ass, and he pushed his now-hard cock against mine. I wanted to make Scott feel good. I wanted to give him everything.

“Yes,” he said in a breathless whisper as he tried to catch my lips, but I didn’t let him. Scott groaned and got his hands on my ass, pushing me to him until we were joined from hip to chest. “You promised.”

God, he was so turned on, his voice was raspy and pure sex.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Rough, like you said.” Scott licked his lips again and it was an effort not to kiss and bite them and suck them into my mouth right now. “I want you to fuck me like you can’t wait. Like you’re so horny and in need of a fuck you have to tear my clothes off.”

If I’d been hard before, I was now ten times that. I could have broken the counter with my cock. “You want me to have my way with you, sweetheart? You want me to be desperate to fuck you, give you the rough fucking you want?” I whispered against his ear, this time taking a bite.

“Yes,please.” Scott was now grinding himself against my hard length, panting against my neck.

“You know you can ask me to stop whenever you want, right?” Tension was thick in the air. We were hanging on a thin thread.

“Yes, Travis, just fuck me already.” Scott leaned back so I could see him as he said, “Or I might just call Henry, see if he’ll fuck me better than you.”

I was smiling but it didn’t take away theroarthat my insides did at that sentence.

At least he didn’t say Mark.

I didn’t give him another chance to rectify.

Our lips slammed together like a car crash.

I ate his mouth like I had been starving for a month, putting my whole body into it, drinking Scott’s moans as I pushed my tongue into him and he sucked on it greedily. I kissed him the way I’d wanted to kiss him since I last saw him, the way I wanted to do that first day in the alley: desperately and without restraint.

Breaking the kiss, I pushed him to his knees and he went there eagerly, tugging on my pants and boxers until my hard cock bobbed out. He didn’t even wait for me to try to put it into his mouth, he licked me from root to tip, sucking on my crown like the hungry demon he was. A demon that looked like an angel.

With my hand I tugged hard on his hair, stopping him. “No-no, my Prince. Only when I let you.”

Scott groaned but I didn’t make him wait long, pushing my cock into his wet, willing mouth in one swift slide and pushing Scott’s face until it was flush with my crotch.Yes.

He gagged a bit, but quickly recovered. Scott had been sucking my cock so ravenously for the past few weeks his gag reflex was less of a burden and more of a turn-on for him, making him push harder. But he wasn’t the one in charge here.

I was.

Holding his head in place I started fucking his mouth.

“Was this what you wanted, Princeling? Was this what you were after? Look at you, gagging for my cock. I bet people would pay to see how pretty you look taking it, sweetheart. You were born for this.”

My humiliating dirty talk only made Scott more desperate, his eyes watering as he looked up at me. This has started as such an illicit affair, something a bit shameful for the both of us, something we wanted and we hated that we wanted butthis—the way that Scott was giving himself to me right now, with so much trust and so much desire, soearnestly.It made my heart squeeze in my chest and my cock and balls swell until I was about to come.

Not yet.

I pulled Scott up by his hair, my grip hard but not to hurt. I let him get up by himself and the way his lips looked, ravaged and red from the rough treatment, threatened to make me come on the spot.

People always saw him as such a gentleman, the untouchable, perfect Scott Matthews, but right here, right now, he was in his rawest state: delirious with desire and at my mercy, waiting for me to tell him what to do.

“Talk about any other man fucking you again and I won’t let you come for a month, you hear me?”

Scott nodded and with his hands on my neck, he tugged me in for a kiss.

That was how we finally reached my bedroom.

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