Page 52 of Blitz'd

He opens his mouth to protest and I shove my hand down his pants and take his cock roughly. I squeeze just this side of painful until a low sound rips from his chest, but he’s rock fucking hard in my palm.

“Fuck, you’d take it any way you could get it, wouldn’t you? All you can think about is my dick. It’s all you want.” He squirms beneath me, but rises up and presses his mouth to mine like that’s an answer in and of itself.

With a soft growl, I push him back and strip him out of his pants. “Lube, Dimples.” He’s scrambling for it as I kick my jeans down my hips, and by the time I turn back to him he has a half empty bottle thrust against my chest.

Half empty.

My mind wanders for a minute to how many times he’s fucked his hand thinking of me, and I quickly tamp down the thought. I need to focus on fucking him so hard he can’t think straight, so hard he can barely breathe.

I need to break him apart until he realizes I’m not going to be there to pick up the pieces.

I slick my fingers in lube and drop my hand between his legs without warning, and the low groan that tears from his chest when I slide one digit inside him is fuckingsinful.So is the blissed-out expression that crosses his face when I press knuckle deep just to feel his ass clenching around me.

He’s so damneager.Even as his eyes drift to the bathroom door and he brings one hand up to slap over his mouth.

“I don’t think so.” I lift my free hand and use it to pin his wrist to the bed. “If you want to keep your roommate from hearing you get off, you better bite your tongue. Or…” I pull out and come back with two fingers, angling my wrist to peg his prostate. His body rocks off the bed like I electrocuted him, and a little strangled cry tears from his chest that licks electricity up my spine. “Let him know what a fucking slut you are for my cock.”

“I’m… not…”

I shift my hand, pressing against that bundle of nerves until his cock jerks and he lets out another cry. I’m not sure if the sound of the shower is enough to drown it out, and I grin. It’s probably not a pretty smile—it’s dangerous and deadly, and everything I wasn’t coming here to do. “You’re a fucking whore for it. Your ass is greedy, Braithe. It’s clenching around my fingers and fucking begging for something bigger.” I lean in, pressing my lips to his ear as I continue to ruthlessly fuck him with my digits. “I wrecked you for anyone else—every time you get off for the rest of your life, it’s going to be my cock in your ass you’re thinking of, because you’re that much of a fucking slut for me. Admit it.”

“Fuck no, I?—”

I squeeze his wrist and add another finger, shifting my angle to peg his prostate over and over again until he’s a squirming, writhing mess beneath me.

“Fucking admit it, Dimples. You’re my littlewhore.”

This wasn’t what I came here for.I came here to fuck him and break him and leave him, and suddenly I feel like I’m going to drown if I don’t fill my lungs with his desperation.

“No, fuck. Slade, comeon.” The whine in his voice is half anger, halfneed, and it drives me even further than the way his cheeks go red the more I edge him, the more I degrade him. Even if he won’t admit it, webothknow it’s true… and fuck me, I don’t evenwanthim to admit it. I want to spend the rest of the night breaking him apart until his lashes are wet with tears and he’s a mess underneath me.

Not what I came here for.

“If you want it that way, fine.” He lets out another groan when I pull my fingers from his ass and move too fast for him to react—his arms are pinned beneath my knees and he’s staring up at me with an open mouth when I start stroking my dick while kneeling over him. “What if I just get myself off and leave you here, hm? Do you think you’ll stuff your fingers in your ass and pretend it’s me?” I lean in close enough to paint his lips with my precum, and his tongue darts out. With a grin, I use my free hand and slap his chest. “I don’t think so.”

He’sshakingbeneath me, and I have to squeeze the base of my cock to stop myself from coming all over his face when he licks his lips again and stares up at me.

“Kerian…”

Themoanin his voice, the way his hips are thrusting into the air behind me like he can somehow get the friction his body so desperately needs, drives me crazy. I lean in and paint his lips again, arching one brow even as my body starts to shudder from how much I want to be inside him.

“Come on,Zandy.”

“Please.” It comes out broken, half garbled. “Fuck, Kerian, please. Fuck me. Ineedyou.”

And why does that sound even better on his tongue than him admitting he’s a slut? I drop down the length of his body and lift one of his legs so I can line my cock up with his hole before thrusting in. There isn’t much warning, and the punched-out sound of satisfaction that rolls out of his chest is enough to make me drop my head and bite at his jawline to mask my response.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, Dimples.”

His blush deepens, but I’m too caught up in how good it feels when his ass clenches around me as I start to fuck him in earnest.

I’m not gentle and I’m not slow, and by the way Zander wraps his arms around me and clenches me with his thighs, I can tell he doesn’t want me to be. His body rocks up to meet every piston of my hips, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have little half-moon circles on my back where his nails are digging into my skin.

More than that, now that he’s started talking, it seems like he can’t stop. He’s panting in my ear—my name, the word please, anduh-uh-harder-right-there-unff—until I feel like I’m swimming in an ocean of liquidneed. I’mdrowningin him, and it makes me greedy for him.

It makes me rise up slightly so I can hitch his thigh and shift his pelvis, angling him so I’m hitting just the right spot while I take hold of his cock with my other hand.

“Kerian.” He says it again—soft and needy, groaning and sinful—as I start pumping his dick in my hand in time with the sound of my skin slapping against his. “Fuck, fuck,unf.”

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