Page 35 of Ride With Me

“Good boy.” I kissed his neck.

I kept things as PG as possible while we cleaned. Not that it was easy with Wild rubbing his ass over me. Or when he turned to face me as he washed his front and made sure his cock was ‘thoroughly’ clean.

“Boy,” I hissed, palming my own cock, “Are you itching for another spanking already?”

Wild, the brat, only blinked innocently up at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just getting clean.”

“Oh, princess, you’re playing with fire.”

Wild raised his eyebrow, but my eyes were drifting down to the way he was handling his balls. “I see no fire here. Just an old man who’s a lot of talk but not nearly enough action.”

It was obvious what he was doing. He was purposely trying to raise a reaction out of me. I took the bait.

My hand was on Wild’s throat, and I had him slammed against the glass door of the shower before my mind caught up with my actions.

Wild’s pupils dilated, but he didn’t try to stop me. He waited, his chest heaving, basically taunting me to make the next move.

“Just remember, you asked for this, princess.”

I was lucky I remembered to shut the water off, so I didn’t flood the whole damn hotel. But that was the end of rational thought.

I had us out of the shower and Wild smashed up face-first against the door. He tried to push away, but I easily grabbed his wrists and pinned them at the base of his back.

Wild tried to fight out of my grip, but I used my body weight to keep him trapped. My teeth sank into his shoulder, and Wild’s scream was everything.

“Be a good boy, and you might get a reward.”

My free hand trailed down his ass and slipped between his crease.

“Ugh.” Wild pushed his ass out, giving me more access.

“Can I trust you to leave your hands where I put them, princess? I want to play.”

“Reyyyy,” Wild whined, “Touch me. Fuck.”

I released his wrists, surprised he didn’t move an inch. I spread his cheeks. “Fuck, this hole. It’s just demanding to be filled, isn’t it?”

I spat right on his hole and then wasted no time pushing a finger inside. Wild liked it hard and didn’t love a lot of prep. The way he immediately pushed back onto my finger proved that.

“Jesus, Wild, you’re just swallowing me up.”

“More, Rey. Stop playing around. I need more.”

“You want more of my fingers, princess?”

“Ungh. Yes, Rey!”

I added a second finger and started to fuck in and out.

“You really were meant to be stuffed. Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take care of you. I’ll fill you with my load every day, and the plug you up, so you can feel me inside you always.”

“Yes. Yes. Now. I need more now.”

I shoved Wild so roughly that the door shook. “Patience, boy. You’ll take what I give you.”

I spat one more time and then added a third finger.

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