Page 109 of Reluctantly You

He likes the idea of bending me over and taking me.

Just like he’s taken every other part of me.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

My fingers hit my prostate and I start to shake once more. His fingernails dig into my scalp as he ruts into my mouth, and I unload onto the floor between his legs as he does the same into my throat. I swallow him down, every bitter drop.

I want more.

How can I want more?

As soon as it’s over, my orgasm receding, shame washes over me. I sag to the floor and he pets my head.

“Such a good boy,” he says softly as he tilts my chin up, wiping some of his cum from my cheek. “And none of this sulking. Allow yourself to enjoy it, Mitchell. What you want…there’s no shame in that.”

I swallow and let him gingerly touch my cheek.

“And you’re so good at it. So fucking good.”

I scoff, but let that praise sit inside of me, welling into something terrifying.

“Come here,” he says, lowering himself into his chair and pointing to his lap.

I stare at it and he points again, growing impatient with me.

“I’m not sitting in your fucking lap.”

“Yes, you are. Now stand up and come here. You’ve been ignoring me, avoiding me. I just want a moment to fucking hold you.”

I roll my eyes slightly, but still stand up, trying to pull my pants up to hide my soft cock and empty balls.

“No. Leave them around your ankles.”

I scoff. “Fuck you. You don’t own me.”

Even though he does. Oh god, he knows he does. The way he commands me and I come. Like a good dog.

“No, I don’t own you, but I’m going to. I want you bare so I can touch your pretty cock and balls.”

That makes my skin flame and I murmur a slew of curse words as I shuffle toward him, turning and lowering myself onto his lap and letting him run his hand up my shirt and across my chest, his free hand moving to my cum-soaked dick.

“You came twice. Such a filthy boy,” he says as he licks his way up my neck and nibbles on my ear.

“Yeah, it was a fluke.”

“I think it’s just you, Mitchell. I think you’re a bottom, through and through.”

I scoff at that, but let the idea settle in my head. It makes me shift on his lap and he chuckles against my neck.

“Don’t freak out. It’s good. You’re so damn good. Always.”

I let him hold me like that for a moment, relishing in it, savoring it.

“How is therapy going?” he asks, flicking my nipple slightly.

“This is what you want to talk about?”

“Of course. I want to know how your day’s gone. And now is as good a time as any.”

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