Page 112 of Kiss the Villain

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckles, the sound low and dark, but his voice catches, proving just how much he’s losing that control.

Because of me.

Because I’m alsoowninghim.

Because I’m theonlyman he’s ever wanted to fuck.

This time, when he moves, I relax my body as much as possible, my breathing getting so chaotic and heavy until my lungs burn.

Kayden releases my hair, letting my head fall back down, but I look back at him.

His muscles bulge, the veins in his neck, arms, and the back of his hands protruding from how much he’s straining not to fuck me like an animal.

Because I’m the only man who drives him crazy.

Just me.

“You with me, baby?” He grabs a handful of my ass cheek, digging his fingers into the bruises he left there.

“Mmm.” I choke on a moan.

“You’re really making me work for this ass, you know.”

“As…you should.”

He chuckles, but it’s strained as a drop of sweat trickles down his temple.

And as I watch that, I grow a bit conscious since, well, I really hate putting in the effort. My biggest fucking pet peeve about sex, actually. So what if he’s also…

I dart out my tongue, licking my suddenly dry lips. “You hate it? Working for it, I mean.”

“No, I’m loving it. Best challenge of my fucking life.”

My chest shudders as I pant. So when he nudges again, I control my breathing, relaxing even more,allowinghim access inside me.

I drop my head on the pillow and fall into the pain as he drives in farther and farther, stuffing me full of his cock.

My body adapts, molding to him, accommodating him, letting him reshape me.

Literally and figuratively.

“That’s it. You’re taking my cock so well. Mmm. Your walls are strangling me so good.”

Slap.

A muffled grunt slips out of me and my cock thickens, precum forming a wet pool on the bed.

“You’re making a fucking mess.”

“Can’t…stop it.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“M-more…” I whisper.

“What was that?”

“Go all the way in. Slap me in the meantime. I can take it.”

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