Page 114 of Reluctantly You

He’s my everything.

He appears a moment later, the canvas turned toward him, his face a mixture of anger and shyness.

I perch on the end of the bed, my hands curled into the comforter as he stops in front of me.

“Show. Me.”

He hesitates a second before turning it around, and my breath comes out in short, confused breaths.

Fuck. This is even better than the last one.

It’s just a simple picture of some fruit in a bowl, but it’s…

“Beautiful.”

His cheeks redden, and he shifts on his feet. He moves, as if to hide it from view, but I’m grabbing it from him, setting it on his dresser so I can stare at it a little longer.

“Get in bed, ass up.”

He stares at me, and I point to the mattress, my eyes narrowing.

“Ass up, face down.”

“You gonna make me?”

I grin at him and then start to walk toward him. Always so fucking feisty, always pushing back.

My hands shove him backward onto the bed and I straddle his hips as I flip him over, smashing his face into the pillow, my knees pushing his up until his ass is out.

My palm flattens against his cheek and I press down against it as I free my cock from my boxers. I slot it against his crack, sliding through it, the lack of lube doing a number on me, but then again, I’m so fucking hot for this guy I don’t even care.

“I want you to say these words,” I grunt as I cant my hips back and forth, pretending like I’m fucking into him, like he’s open and waiting for me.

“I want you to say, I deserve it. I deserve everything.”

He groans as I smash his face further into the mattress, feeling his warm breath hit my skin.

“Say it.”

“I deserve it. I deserve…you.”

It’s a whisper, a call, and I explode across his back, my dick emptying almost painfully as I shake and shudder above him.

“That’s right. All the good things. All the good things,” I repeat, leaning forward and kissing the middle of his spine gently. My hand moves from his face and he turns to stare up at me.

“I want you to be there when I tell my brothers…”

I pull off him and flop to my side. “Come here.”

He rolls his eyes, my mess seeping down his back, but he makes no move to wipe it up. Just leaves it there. My eyes move to his neck and I see the bite mark, the hickey I placed on his skin.

Fuck yes.

Mine.

He crawls between my legs and I wrap my arms around him, pulling his face into my neck, letting him just breathe.

“But how the fuck do I explain you?”

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