Page 17 of Tempted to Touch

No response as he leads me across the room. My head's spinning and I can't think straight, following him like it's my default setting. I look around, taking in the space, vaguely recognizing shapes of furniture.

There's a nightstand. And a dresser. And a giant fucking closet that takes up most of the wall. And a wall-mounted mirror.

And the mirror gets bigger.

And bigger.

And then it stops getting bigger.

And is that me in the mirror?

Hayden's strong arm wraps around my middle and he pulls me closer, my back pressing against his chest. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, "I want you to look at yourself when I fuck you. I want you to see what I see."

Even through my sexed-up haze, I recognize how messed up this is. How embarrassing.

How much I don't care anymore.

"Yeah," I say, my voice faint, and nod. I place my hand against the wall, right at the mirror's edge. I need the support. "I will. I will do that."

Hayden puts one palm on the back of my neck, giving it a tiny massage and brings his mouth to the side of my head. "You're so good to me, you know that?"

I nod, my head lolling back and forth without rhythm. I don't know anything anymore.

But when Hayden says something, that's how it is. Always.

As he pleases.

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, taking advantage of the little bit of stillness. Even with my eyes closed, I recognize the sounds behind me. The tearing of the foil. The tiny slap of stretched rubber. And then, wet, sloppy sounds and a few tiny, barely-there breaths. I'd turn around and watch him do it if I had the strength. I don't.

Then, there's a hand on my hip, grabbing me tight, and a plump, rounded shape spreading my buttcheeks apart and pushing against my hole.

"Do you know," Hayden says somewhere behind me, his voice coming strained as he pushes against me, "how much I fucking want you?"

I suck in a sharp breath as the head of his oversized cock, somehow, against all odds, makes its way inside me. Makes me want to scream. "I don't. But I want you to keep on talking."

I can practically feel him shake, even through the full-body shudder that ripples through me as Hayden pushes inside me, painfully slowly, all the way in. Miles and miles of it.

I clench my jaw and squeeze my eyes shut even more. It burns. It hurts. And I take it. All of it.

It's not until he's fully inside me, so deep his balls press against my ass, that he finally lets out the breath he was holding, his exhale long and shaky, and says, "Open your eyes.Now."

It takes strength, lots of it, but I comply. Once I do, I almost faint.

Hayden's face, all stormy and twisted into a delicious grimace, pokes from above my shoulder and his eyes all but eat me up in the mirror. All of me, as he swipes his gaze up and down and up again, as if trying to memorize me. It's so intense, so earthshattering I almost don't register the pain as he pulls back halfway before shoving his cock right back into me, his balls slapping softly against my ass.

I let out a moan at the same time as he says, "I want you to play with yourself. Show me. Show me how you do it."

Jesus. Just how much more vulnerable is this man going to make me? How much more will I let him have?

All my answers come when he bends his knees slightly, just so, before withdrawing his cock almost all the way before bottoming out at a new angle, the head of his cock pressing straight against my prostate.

All of me. I'll let him have all of me.

I wrap my free hand around my cock, give myself one dry stroke and hiss. That won't do. I bring my palm to my mouth and lick it.

"Fuck," Hayden breathes out. "I love it. You've no fucking idea."

I find his eyes in the mirror and hold his gaze as I lick it some more. A tiny muscle around his top lip twitches. God...

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