Page 38 of Spite Crush

I poured more lube over my fingers, tossing the bottle aside as I used my knees to spread his thighs apart. My gaze shifted lower as I slowly slid one slick finger inside of him, watching as he opened for me, the heat of his body enveloping my digit as a soft sigh escaped his lips.

When I added a second finger to the first, spreading him wider, Kellen’s hands flew to my arms, hisnails digging into my skin as his hips rolled, forcing me deeper inside.

“You want more?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“I want everything.”

I leaned over him, holding his gaze as I stilled my fingers inside his body, keeping him open for me.

“I want to give you everything,” I promised him.

His eyes widened slightly and I let him believe my words meant whatever he wanted them to mean. Because I did want to give himeverything. Not just in that moment. But maybe forever.

This was so much deeper than fooling around. And it had been since the first time we’d met in his hotel room. Maybe even since that first moment in the locker room when I’d found him in the middle of an attack. When I realized that he wasn’t at all what I’d thought he was. And allowed him to see that I wasn’t what I’d made the public believe I was either.

There was a lot of broken between us. But when I was with him, I didn’t feel anything but complete.And while we weren’t going to figure it all out tonight, I wasn’t going to let an opportunity for real honesty pass when it presented itself the way it was in that moment.

“Do you still want me?” I asked him softly.

“I think I’ll always want you,” he whispered.

I leaned forward and kissed him as I pulled my fingers free, shifting my hips to press my cock against his readied entrance as he clung to me, raising his hips to meet me as I slid slowly inside his tight heat.

He tried to roll his hips again but my hand shot out to hold him down, not wanting him to try to take me too deep too quickly.

“Relax,” I hiss against his lips. “Let me.”

Inch by inch I eased into him, fighting my own urge to move faster because he felt so fucking good gripped around my shaft I thought I might lose my mind. But I focused on the taste of his lips, the small sounds of impatience and pleasure that escaped from him, the rough feel of his fingers over my biceps, theintoxicating scent of him that was overwhelming and delicious.

Finally, my body connected with his and I froze, staring down into his deep blue eyes, allowing myself to just appreciate the moment.

“Good boy,” I murmured as his hole spasmed around me, adjusting to my girth.

He let out a low moan at my praise and the sound made my balls cramp with need for release. Made me want to hear it again.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I told him, easing my hips back beforethrusting forward into him again. “So hot.” Again I slid back, then forward, achingly slow when I wanted to slam myself inside of him. But I also wanted this to last. Wanted to carry this memory of him with me forever. “So perfect.”

I moved my hand to reach up and trace a finger along his jaw, and Kellen took that opportunity to shift his hips, forcing me deeper inside of him as that sound escaped his throat again.

“You want more, baby?” I asked, thrusting forward a little harder this time. “Can you take it?”

“Please,” he whimpered.

“Well then…” I eased back once more then finally allowed myself to slam into him, hard and rough and fast. “Take it.”

Over and over and over again I crashed into him, his beautiful mewling cries almost buried beneath the sound of our bodies connecting, the snap of my hips into his ass, the hoarse breath tearing from my throat.

“So fucking perfect, Kel,” I said, the words choked as I fought to hold back my release. Never wanting this moment to end.

But I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer. So I reached between our bodies and gripped his cock in my fist, pumping him hard and fast in time with my thrusts and soon we were both screaming our releases, his arcing up his stomach and chest and mine filling his ass.

I rolled off of him, collapsing to the mattress as I fought to catch my breath.

“Did you mean what you said?” he whispered.

I turned to find him leaning on his side, staring at me. I couldn’t read his expression, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to lie to him.

“I did,” I said. “I do.”

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