Page 72 of Resist

Stopping in front of him, I block his hand as he reaches for me. “You tried to leave me tonight. No, I don’t want to hear it. Dash was right. You were bad, and you need to be punished.”

His eyes heat as he watches me, his lips parting as he glances at my lips. “You want to punish me, baby boy?”

Gripping his throat, I watch his eyes widen as I tighten my fingers hard enough to leave bruises, but the desire in his expression flames brighter. “I said not to speak,” I snap. “If youdo it again, I’ll sleep somewhere else.” When he says nothing, I grin. “Good boy.” I stare at his lips. “I can think of a way for you to make it up to me.” I press my palm to the top of his head and push until he has no choice but to sink to his knees.

His smirk grows as he realizes what I want. It’s rare to see him on his knees for me, as usually it’s the other way around. I love when he takes charge and uses me. It’s something I never had before, but right now, I want him to remember that he belongs to me. I want to show him he isn’t going anywhere.

There is no Ryker without Fox.

There never has been and never will be. Without him, I would simply cease to exist.

I want him to let go so all those worries and thoughts flee and it’s just us.

Neither of us know how tomorrow will go. We could lose everything we have worked years for, but I don’t care because he loves me and I love him, and no matter what, we will have each other.

“Fuck, baby, look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praises.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

He smirks, and I shiver as he wordlessly opens his mouth and waits for me, obedient and submissive.

Gripping his hair, I yank his head back. “You want to taste me?”

He nods, and I run my other hand across his face, stroking my thumb over his open lips before shoving my fingers into his mouth. He sucks them as I watch, and when I pop them free, his tongue darts out and laps at them as I pull away.

“Push my pants down,” I demand.

He grips the waistband of my sweatpants and slowly pushes them down until they pool at my feet. Stepping out of them, I kick them away, now only in my boxers. He waits, his eyesnarrowing as I drag it on until he understands I’m in charge. “Take me out.”

He slides his hand into my boxers, grips my rock-hard cock, and pulls me from them, stroking my length as he groans. I let him touch me for a moment, sliding my hips forward as pleasure hammers through me before I step back out of his grip. “I didn’t say you could do that.”

His eyes narrow further, his nostrils flaring. My desire is so strong, yet I want him to understand, so I grip my length and stroke it fast as I look at him.

He waits with his hands on his thighs until I can’t take it anymore, and I step forward, pressing my dick to his mouth.

“Suck me,” I order.

He eagerly wraps his lips around my length, tugging me closer until I slide all the way down to the back of his throat. The sensation makes me groan, my eyes closing for a moment before I force them open and watch him. He holds my stare as his head bobs, then he pulls me all the way from his mouth before sucking and licking my tip.

I grip his hair, dragging him forward, and he chuckles before swallowing me. I use his mouth, fucking it hard and fast. My grunts are loud, but the wet sucking of his mouth is louder as pleasure consumes me. I speed up, slamming down his throat, yet he doesn’t complain. He watches me with such loving eyes, it undoes me, and when he reaches down and cradles my balls, squeezing and massaging them, I can’t hold back, but I still need him to understand.

He’s mine.

Pulling from his hot mouth, I stroke myself, pumping out my release, and it splashes across his chin and chest. He sticks his tongue out, catching it as I come, and when I stumble and fall, he grabs me.

“I played by your rules, baby,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. My cum still drips down his chin, but he doesn’t care, and neither do I as he leans in and kisses me hard, standing with me in his arms before dropping me to my feet. “Now it’s time to play by mine.”

“Fox—”

He spins me around and slams me into the closest wall. The strength in his hands has my cock hardening once more as I remember how it feels when all that passion and desire is aimed at me. I just dared the wild animal and played with him.

I can’t fucking wait to pay for it.

My hands hit the wall with a slap as he shoves my boxers the rest of the way down and squeezes my ass. “I’d let you fuck my ass to feel better, but we both know you’d enjoy it a lot more if I fucked you, baby. I made a mistake, and I’ll make it up to you. I’ll fill your pretty ass and give you more orgasms than you can count until you forgive me.”

Fuck, I missed his dirty mouth. His filthy promises drive me insane as he kicks my legs open. “Fox,” I beg.

“That’s right, baby, say my name.” His voice is mean and hoarse as his dick presses against my ass, so thick and hard I shudder. He’s had me every single way by now, but every time feels like the first, and I can’t get enough. I’m just as crazy for him as he is for me.

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