Page 21 of Ruthless Rebel

Logan pants, his own cock hardening again as he watches me, his eyes flicking between my own and my cock before he grunts, “No, I don’t need to be fucked.” I smirk at his outright lie before he adds, “I don’t need to be fucked, I need to be fucked by you, Lincoln.” His voice is almost pleading, begging even, and I can’t resist him, not when he is so desperate for me.

I allow myself a few more smooth strokes before I pull back, standing back at the end of his bed, and reaching up to pull off his pants, making sure I bring his boxers with them. Once he is completely naked I follow suit, pushing my own trousers and boxers completely off until there isn’t anything between us, and only then do I climb on top of him. I straddle his hips, bringing our cocks next to each other and just as he opens his mouth to say something, I spit into my palm and circle both our cocks with my hand and stroke my salvia up and down our shafts until they are glistening.

“Tell me who this cock belongs to,” I demand, enjoying every little gasp my touch elicits from him. “Tell me who you belong to?”

“Fuck, you, Lincoln, I belong to you,” he moans, tipping his head back and closing his eyes, and I enjoy how sensitive his cock is even though it only just came in my mouth.

“That’s right, Lo, you’re mine, aren’t you?” I ask, his moans of agreement being the only answer I am searching for. “Your cock is mine, your ass is mine, and you’re mine, aren’t you?” I pair almost every word with the quick tug of my hand, until my saliva is mixed with so much pre cum that my hand slides up and down us both with ease.

“Fuck me, Lincoln, please,” he pleads with me, his hands splaying in the sheets beside us where he tugs on them in search of relief.

“Such a good boy, begging for my cock,” I praise him, my own cock practically pulsing against his with the need to fuck him. So much so that I release us both, much to his dismay, and push offthe bed and head to his bedside drawer where I know he keeps his supplies.

Pulling it open I find multiple bottles of lube, condoms, sex toys, and I smirk as I reach for one of the bottles, bringing it back to the bed with me. Logan watches me with glazed eyes as I open it up, pouring it generously between his cock, mine, my fingers, and his ass, until they are all dripping in anticipation. Only then do I toss it aside, letting my now free hand travel between his thighs until I find his hole, I press against it and relish in his gasp. Especially when he instantly begins pushing down towards my fingers, begging for me to push inside.

“Lincoln,” he groans, dragging out the two syllables of my name like a prayer I want him to recite forever.

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” I tell him, sliding one of my lubed up fingers inside his hole slowly, carefully preparing him to take me.

I fuck him gently with my hand, increasing one finger to two, until he is writhing against my hand and begging for more. Only then do I pull my fingers out and line up my cock with his hole, pressing against him slowly until my crown starts to penetrate him. Both of us curse at the feeling, but I don’t stop there, I can’t, I am too far gone, and as if reading my mind, Logan nods, giving me the only permission I need, before I slam inside of him in one slick thrust.

“Oh fuck,” he yells in a mix of pleasure and pain, his ass closing tight around my length, so much so that I have to grit my teeth to try and compose myself. I pause inside of him, letting us both adjust, when he begs with me once more. “No, don’t stop, Linc, fuck me please, fuck me hard and show me who I belong to.”

Fuck. How can I resist an offer like that?

9

LOGAN

His cock is hard and thick inside of me and all I want him to do is rip me apart with it. I can’t say I wasn’t shocked to find him outside my door when I came home, because I was. Lincoln Blackwell is never someone I pegged for surprise visits, but with my dick freshly sucked, and already hard again begging for more, I can’t say I’m sorry. If this is what it means to be his boyfriend, then I hope we stay like this forever.

My heart is thundering in my chest as he stares down at me with nothing but want and need. Lincoln is looking at me like I am the only thing he needs to survive, and fuck, I want to give him everything, and when he slowly pulls his cock out, I think he is about to, especially when he slams inside me again in one hard thrust, making me cry out.

“Fuck, Lincoln, yes,” I praise, desperate for him to fuck me, to abuse my hole in a way only he ever has, until his cum is dripping out of me.

I prepare myself for his onslaught, knowing it will hurt to sit down tomorrow, but not caring in the slightest, but it doesn’t come. Instead he pulls out slowly again, so slow that it makes me whine, a whine that turns into a gargled moan, as he slams into me hardagain. Fuck. This is not what I wanted, I wanted rough Lincoln. I wanted can’t compose himself because I make him lose his mind Lincoln. Not this version of him, whatever this is. He is never usually slow, and he is driving me completely crazy.

His cock slowly drags out of me again and I am ready to beg, but it’s cut off when he slams inside of me again as he grunts, “Fucking look at you, look how good your ass is at taking my cock.”Drag. Slam. Drag. Slam.“Such a good boy for me, letting me fuck your tight little ass,” he praises, and I can’t even respond because I am a puddle beneath him as he slowly, yet roughly, fucks me raw.

It’s the same pace over and over, slow and then hard, a long drag and then a quick slam, over and over until I am panting and desperate for more, and only then do I find my voice again. “Please, Lincoln, I need more.” His eyes focus on my lips as I utter every word, like he wants to taste them against his own, and as if he is a magnet, I push up on my hands and bring his lips to mine. “Come on, baby, I know how hard you like fucking me, I’m yours, take me, mark me, fuck me, just make me yours,” I plead, tracing his mouth with my tongue.

I’m not sure if it’s my words or my kiss, but his resolve snaps. I am slammed back into the mattress, his lips abusing mine in a brutal kiss that I think I will be able to feel forever, as he utters one word against them over and over.Mine.

Then he is fucking me, his hips moving with a mind of their own as he pulls back rapidly and slams into me again and again, until there is nothing but the sound of our ragged moans against each other’s lips, and the hard slap of skin on skin surrounding us.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He grunts against my mouth, his cock ruining me in the best possible way. “Want me to use you? Want me to fuck this ass until it remembers only my cock?” He asks, his thrusts becoming even faster, as if he is no longer in control of himself.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I call out, as his mouth descends down my neck, finding the mark he left there over the weekend and biting and sucking it again, no doubt bruising me even more.

It’s why I grip his jaw in my hand and tip his head to the side to bare his own neck to me, licking and sucking until I find the perfect spot for a mark of my own. I let my teeth sink into the side of his throat, biting down hard and making him groan, praying he punishes me for it, but it all it does is spur him on to fuck me harder. His pace is now completely ruthless, but my mind remains on the noises I just pulled from him, and all I want is more. More of them, more of him, more of us, just more of everything. I don’t stop, I bite and suck on every inch of his neck until I know it’s going to be black with my affection, all the while he fucks me deeper into the mattress.

His mouth in my ear conveys the filthiest words as he continues to praise me, “That’s it, mark me as yours while your ass takes my cock so good.” Each one of them makes my cock pulse and ass tighten until I am so close I can barely breathe.

“I’m going to come,” I warn him, and it’s those four words that have him pulling back so he can lean up on one arm and look down at me.

His other arm comes up to caress my throat, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the pounding pulse in my neck as he squeezes it gently and commands, “Stroke your cock for me, Lo, I’m not coming until you do.” He pairs his words with a more punishing pace than ever before, as his fingers tighten around my neck and he snaps his hips again and again, fucking me hard and deep until I am almost crying.

I feel my orgasm as if it starts in my toes and rushes through my entire body, as I push my hand between us and start fucking my fist without pause. His cock is long and thick as he ruts into me, hard yet smooth as he drives into me deeper and deeper. This isn’t just sex, this is the rough claiming of one another, marking each other as our own as I stroke my dick, and his hips smack against the back of my thighs at a pace so undeniably perfect that I never want him to stop.

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