Page 50 of Insatiable Hunger

“You let him fuck you raw.” Not a question.

I can practically feel when the defiance in him takes over. He squares his shoulders, attempting to shake me off. “That isn’t any of your fucking business,” he spits out.

“When are you going to learn, boy. Itismy business. You’remine, and I don’t fucking share. Now, hands flat on the wall.”

“What? Why?”

“Remember what happens when you don’t follow directions, little slut?”

Goosebumps line his skin as his body visibly shudders.

“Hands on the wall,” I growl.

As he does what I say, I kick his legs apart.

“Count to five,” I instruct him.

The first time my hand truly connects to his cheek, he gasps, his hand almost falling from the wall. “Fuck,” he hisses. “One.”

Rubbing the affected area, I whisper, “Good boy.”

“Fuck you,” he spits out.

Lips beside his ear, I whisper, “Patience, baby.”

For the second hit, I switch sides, my hand cracking down on his left cheek.

Elias groans, the sound low and needy. His hips rock into the wall as he breathes out, “Two.”

By the time he moans out that finalfive, he’s a sobbing mess, his cock aching, I’m sure. Pressing my lips to his shoulder blade, I pepper the expanse of his back with soft, tender kisses as my hands massage his backside. The skin is flamed red and is probably on fire.

Running my fingers through his crease, I relish in the shiver that takes hold of him. He’s so affected by me. My index finger sinks into his already used hole, a gasp falling from his lips as his head drops back onto my shoulder. “Cállate,” I growl. The finger slides in and out with ease, and when I shove a second one in, there’s barely any resistance.

Elias’s hips are rocking back onto my digits, rubbing his cock up against the slick wall of the shower.

“Such a fucking whore you are,” I whisper into his ear, nipping at the lobe. “You let him abuse your hole and now you’re going to let your stepdad do the same, aren’t you, little slut?”

He whimpers.

“I warned you over and over again not to fuck him.” I’m three fingers deep now, not being gentle at all as I growl into his ear. “But you couldn’t fucking listen, could you? You’re so fucking needy and desperate for attention, you probably begged him to stick it in, didn’t you?”

Elias stays quiet, save for the soft moans he can’t hold back.

Crooking my fingers, I peg that sweet spot inside him that has his eyes flying open. “Answer me when I ask you a question. Did. You. Beg. For. His. Cock?”

“Y-Yes, yes,” he cries out.

“Fucking filthy slut.” Reaching around, I fist his length, squeezing. “Tell me… was it good? Did he feel good fucking what’s mine?”

He bites down on his lip, nodding.

“Did he make you come hard enough to forget about me?”

When he doesn’t respond, I let go of his length, bringing my hand up to pop him right in the cheek hard enough to have his eyes widening, head turning to gaze up at me.

“Answer. Me.”

“He didn’t…” is all he says.

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