Page 41 of Mayfly

"You don't have to do this."

"But it's what you want," he tells me in a tone so spiteful it slits my throat.

"Curren."

"Just shut the fuck up before I beat your ass again."

It's embarrassing how much my muscles quiver just at the threat. Because he's so close to giving me everything I need and he doesn't even know it.

"Are you seriously telling me that all I have to do is hit you and you'll bend over?" Curren taunts as his fingers rub firmly over my rim.

I try so hard to answer him, really I do, but when I hear him spit—then feel it dripping between my cheeks, all I can do is brace myself against the closet wall.

His fingers drag it to where it's needed, then he pulses them against my hole. "It's not like you really have to answer, though. The sounds you're making tell me everything I need to know."

"That's not it, I—"

Curren pushes inside me.

It's too much, then not enough within a second.

He pushes deeper. "What were you saying?"

"More."

"That's not an answer, and you know it."

He draws his finger back anyway, and starts pumping it in and out.

"I need more."

"You need to tell me what this is all about."

"I need more of you inside of me."

I feel another finger sink in with no pause. The initial sting is gone within seconds, and I'm already craving it again.

"It only seems fair that you tell me."

"I can't… It feels too good."

Curren starts pulling out. "I'll stop then."

"No." I push back, forcing his fingers back inside me.

I hear him grunt, and feel his nails dig deeper into my hip as he holds me.

Faster and faster he pumps my ass.

I feel the beautiful sting again and I know he's three deep, now.

"I will make you tell me before I'm through with you."

My forehead rubs across the back of my hand as I shake it.

"Do you still want me to fuck you?" Curren is trying to be strong, but his stubbornness is having a hard time controlling his cock.

"Yes," I beg, and arch my back. "But please do it my way."

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