Page 30 of A Halloween Kind of Night

That was why I just hadn’t talked about anything to do with the whole “liking him too much” thing.

“Tell me, baby.” Squeezing one cheek as he thrust hard into me, he chuckled when I moaned. “Nothing else has shocked me. Don’t hold back now.”

I hated it when he was logical.

“I know how much you want to come.” He might’ve known I was desperate but he was going so slow I was going to die. “Tell me, baby.”

Brat. He was a brat.

“Yes, I’m your slut. I’d have let you do anything to me. You’re just. You’re you and I wanted. You make me.” The words wouldn’t come, but what I managed to get out was enough.

He pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap, impaled by his dick as he wrapped his arms around me. “Close your eyes, slut.”

That was an easy order to obey.

“I’m going to get you a costume with a zipper at the back. Then all I’ll have to do next time is open the back of your costume and I could fuck you right there.” His voice was so low and rough it sent a shiver through me, and his dick seemed to get even harder inside me.

“If you were a good pup and barked happily so everyone knew what was happening, I’d rub your cock and I might even let you hump my hand.” Boone laid his hand right over my dick, making the fantasy even clearer in my mind. “Show me. Hump, pup.”

The headspace wasn’t right but the fantasy was fan-fucking-tastic.

Thrusting up against his hand to hump him had me riding his dick, fucking myself on him as he made happy, proud-of-me sounds. “Good boy. That’s right. Good humps. Use your ass on my dick. Yes. I love watching you hump me, baby. You’re going to do that a lot.”

Fuck.

“While you do the dishes. While we’re at the coffee shop talking to Skyler. I bet he’d love to see you humping my hand while we’re ordering.” Boone laughed quietly as I groaned. “You know. I’ve heard he has other private events.”

Temptation was dripping from Boone’s voice and it had me trying to go faster, whimpering as my orgasm was just out of reach. “Please…I need…please.”

I needed something.

“Oh, is my poor pup having a hard time coming?” Boone kissed my neck, not sounding sorry in the least. “I wonder how hard it will be to come again when I fuck you later tonight? It might even be just a dry orgasm. That sounds so rough.”

Not to him, it didn’t.

Just fucking with me about it had him rocking up to pound into me as I rode him faster.

“But you’ve been so good. So I’m going to help you, baby.” His voice said help but Boone’s mood said wicked fuckery. “I’m going to help you orgasm and then I’m going to fill you up with cum. That’s what my slut wants, isn’t it?”

Brat. He was such a brat.

Nodding, I gasped and tried to get words out but they just ended up mangled. “Yes. Slut. And yours and fuck.”

Damn it.

Boone made another sexy, happy sound that made me want to strangle him. “That’s right. My slut. All mine. Your ass and your cock and your submission. I’m going to have so much fun using you and filling you.”

I belonged to Boone.

I wasn’t sure if it was that thought or the way he reached up and flicked my too sensitive nipple, but something finally threw me over the edge. As I cried out, he slammed me down on his lap and filled me with cum as he came inside me.

Boone was coming inside me.

He’d claimed me.

My orgasm kept going until it hurt and it felt like I’d cum gallons even though it’d probably only been drops. But Boone kept me against him with his dick still inside me as one hand slowly stroked over me and the other cupped my dick possessively.

“Mine.”

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