Page 63 of Resist Me

“Stay with me,” he murmured. There was a gravelly note to his voice that settled low in my stomach.

Making shallow movements with his hips, he gradually worked himself inside me. With every inch, he pulled back out, then kept going. Each time, it felt a little easier. It was an adjustment and I didn’t know how long it took, but once we were there, it didn’t seem so bad.

He drew back all the way, then thrust inside of me again.

“You’re doing amazing.”

My dick throbbed at his words.

Damn. Did I have a praise kink? What a time to discover that, in bed with the devil’s dick in my ass.

“You told me not to treat you like a princess,” he said, rising up on his knees.

He threaded his arms under my thighs to bring my legs up. I gripped the sheets, nervous and excited about what he was going to do. This time, he thrust into me harder and it forced my mouth to fall open. With the next one, he rolled his hips like some freaking sex demon.

“God,” I moaned. “Maybe I get why Sen and Kai do this so much.”

His eyes found mine and I was surprised by the darkness I saw there. “Don’t ever talk about anyone else when you’re in this bed, West.”

I bit my lip and nodded. He started moving slowly, then faster. I was tempted to taunt him again, if only to see him get all growly like before, but I refrained. He leaned over me, keeping hold of one of my thighs.

“Aren’t you glad I’m flexible?” I asked.

He bit my chin, which was weird but kind of hot. Burying his face in my neck, he licked and sucked on my skin. It was obscene andmade my dick throb more. I tried to reach for it, but he pinned my hands.

“Linc,” I groaned.

“Remember when I said you’d have to beg?”

“No. That never happened.”

Adjusting so that his face was right above mine, he met my eyes. “What are you gonna do, West?”

“You can’t just fuck me and not let me cum.”

He shrugged his mouth as he thought about it. “It’s a dick move, for sure, but I could. It’s your choice, really.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I told you before we started, so it’s on you.”

“I hate you.”

He stopped moving entirely. Grabbing my jaw, he forced me to look at him.

“I told you I don’t accept that. Hate me after if you have to.”

I moved my hips, but his weight kept me from getting what I needed.

“Please,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed. He moved a tiny amount, his torso rubbing on my dick. “Fuck. Please, Linc.”

“Please what?”

“Let me cum.”

His fingers wrapped around my shaft and my muscles engaged. He stroked me in time with his own movements, creating twin sensations inside and outside of me. An unfettered sound escaped my lips as an electrifying heat spread outward from my core. My dick swelled further, then the flood of pleasure peaked. I felt my cum hit my stomach and drip down my shaft as he continued to milk me with his hand.

With a muttered curse, he thrust into me harder. His hips stuttered and I opened my eyes to watch his face pinch with his orgasm. His head fell against the side of my neck as he caught his breath. I trailed my fingers down his damp back, still riding the after effects.

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