Page 125 of Reluctantly You

“Oh fuck,” I groan as I let my ass adjust to the size of him before I take a few more inches.

“Mitchell. What the fuck are you doing?” he grinds out, his eyes boring into me. But I just shut him out, closing my eyes entirely and sinking down on him the rest of the way. He doesn’t stop me, just tightens his fingers on my hips, his nails digging into my skin. I’m going to have bruises there tomorrow. I’m going to look at myself in the mirror and remember this.

“Taking what I want,” I finally reply, my hips canting back and forth, letting his cock stretch me in the most delicious way.

Oh god, I knew I’d be a total cockslut. I knew as soon as I had a dick in my ass I’d be a whore for it. And I haven’t even started moving yet. I’m just sitting on him, cockwarming him.

“And what you want is this?” he asks, and I nod, swallowing and then arching my hips up and letting his dick drag along my hole until just the tip is inside of me. My eyelids flutter open and I see him beneath me, his cheeks red, his lips parted. I slam down, his cock impaling me as I start to ride him, my dick slapping against my stomach as I move. This is a frantic fucking, a desperate desire, a need only he can fulfill.

But even as I ride him, it’s not enough. It’s not fucking enough. Frustration blooms in me, a dark shade of purple. I don’t know what I need, but this isn’t it.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

“I need…” My head tilts back, and I groan. “I need…”

“You need more,” he growls. “Want me to give it to you?” he asks, his hand snaking around my dick and pumping it.

“Please.Please.”

He bends his knees, and in one swift movement, flips us over, his dick sliding from me and in that moment, I feel bereft.

“Gideon,” I moan as he leans over me, his hair hanging over his forehead, his pupils blown out.

“You tried to take what only I can give you, Mitchell. Now say you’re sorry.”

A low groan escapes me when he leans down and bites my neck, sucking on it almost painfully.

“Say you’re fucking sorry and I’ll fuck that needy, wet hole.”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry,” I whisper, and he smirks at me, pushing my knees into my chest and staring down at my hole.

“So damn pretty,” he says, his finger swirling around it. It clenches around his touch before he pulls away, and his shoulders move under my calves, spreading me so wide it’s almost painful.

“Good. Boy.”

I feel the press of his cockhead against me and as soon as our eyes meet, he slams home, his hips hitting my ass.

He holds himself inside of me and his free hand clasps my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You keep your eyes on me the entire time. You watch me until you come.”

I swallow and nod.

“Good slut,” he says and then starts to move, a frantic, brutal pace that makes my back arch off the bed, my fingers scrambling for purchase. I peel off the corner of the bedsheets as the headboard rams into the wall, making a racket. Not that I’m much quieter—I’m grunting, groaning, and pleading.

“You like this?” he hisses above me, our skin slapping together, a bead of sweat moving down his temple. “You like your needy little hole stretched by my cock?”

“Yes,” I moan, and his nostrils flare.

“My greedy little cockslut. Such a pretty little whore.”

I arch my back as he switches angles, my ankles near my ears, and his cock hits my prostate over and over, making my eyes nearly cross with the pain and pleasure surging through me. I shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t want it, but I do.

I want it forever. Never want him to stop.

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I won’t fucking stop. Just look at your pretty cock,” he says when he sits up on his knees and pulls my ass against him over and over. “Touch it, Mitchell. Your tight ass is gonna make me come soon.”

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