Page 99 of Bake the Town Red

“Give me those.” His hand is around my wrist, yanking me to him.

My fingers curl around his throbbing, wet cock. My breath hitches. Heart exploding.

I’m this close to coming again just from having him rock into my wounded palm. Feel his groans of pleasure on my back.

“This ass.” He gives my shoulder one last bite before sitting up. “This fucking ass.” He spits on my tight hole, rubs it with his thumb. Pushes inside. “It’s mine.”

“Yes.” My body squeezes around him.

Tyler doesn’t back out. Doesn’t tell me to relax, that it’ll be better if I give in to him. He removes his thumb, only to insert two fingers inside my untouched hole.

My throat makes mewling sounds I don’t recognize. My body wiggles from the burn. It lasts a few seconds until everything, burn included, transforms into pleasure. I push back, and Tyler grips my hips as his fingers sink deeper.

“You’ve always been mine. Every inch of you. Every cell. Every breath you’ve taken.” Tyler removes his fingers, trades them for the crown of his cock to my ass. Nudging the tight entrance. My blood is hot against my sensitive skin. So wet. “Whether I’m here in your room or miles away. You belong to no one else.”

“No one.”

My voice makes my customers smile. It makes my targets piss themselves. Tonight, around Tyler, it encourages him to push deeper and get the head inside.

“It hurts,” I cry out.

“I promised you it would.” His fingers lace into my hair, tugging so I can see his lip curling in a sneer. A sexy, smoldering one. “I don’t lie, beautiful. Not to you.”

Inch by thick inch, Tyler fills my ass with his cock. I’m waiting out the sting. Waiting for this to get better like his fingers had.

It doesn’t. I’m speechless. Breathless. The screams in my lungs get lodged in my throat as I try to accommodate Tyler’s girth.

“That’s a good girl.” A hint of warmth seeps into his voice. I almost miss it, it’s so subtle. “Rub yourself again for me. Make yourself come. It’ll get better.”

Is he insane? This willneverfeel good.

I grip the sheets tightly, and Tyler comes for me. He’s violent when he shoves my fingers on my clit. The bleeding in my fingers and palm has slowed. I’m still dripping, though. My fingers are still wet when Tyler rolls them on my clit to the rhythm of his hips.

“Better?”

“So much better,” I tell him the truth. And all it took was a few seconds of this. “Thank you. Thank you. I’m close.”

“Good girl.” He releases my hand, warning, “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

His hold on my hips lets him fuck my ass hard and fast, ruining me for any other man. Ruining me period.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he grits out. “Going to mark your ass with my cum. You better come before I do.”

“More,” I beg. I don’t know more of what I’m asking for.

Tyler seems to.

“You’re such a beautiful little whore, aren’t you?” He thickens inside me. Slaps my ass, one cheek, then the other. Hurting me. Degrading me. Doing the exactly right things to make my soul soar. “My whore. This pussy, this ass—yourmouth—you’ve been saving them for me. You could tell I’d break one day. You’ve been such a patient, sweet slut for me. Mine.”

Whether he stays or leaves eventually, I have no way of knowing. Nor do I care. It’s impossible to think of the future when he says those things to me now. As if he means them.

My orgasm starts in my pussy. It doesn’t stay there, expanding and contracting at the same time, and I’m shaking with each wave. Can’t stop shaking when Tyler releases his own orgasm inside my ass and fills me up.

“Fuck, I—”

Everything goes black.

“Come here, little savage.”

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