Page 102 of Insatiable Hunger

Zeke isn’t gentle with me. He never is, and I fucking love it. “Count to five for me, little slut, and don’t forget your safe word.”

I nod frantically, and he doesn’t wait any longer. His palm connects with my left cheek with such force, I’m surprised the flesh doesn’t split under the pressure.

A gasp falls from my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut, tears springing to them immediately. “One.”

He rubs the area, the sting giving way to a brutal type of heat, as his lips press down between my shoulder blades, making me tremble with need. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, begging to be played with. His fingers slide through my crease, circling my puckered hole before he leans down and spits on it, inserting a single digit briefly.

A pathetic whine comes out of me when he withdraws the finger, but it quickly morphs into a full-fledged sob as his palm connects with my ass once more, in the exact same spot as before.

“Fuck!” I shout, voice already sounding hoarse. “Two.”

He repeats the previous routine—spank me, soothe me, finger me, and repeat—until I’m sobbing out the last number. My ass is on fire, and I’m so keyed up, it probably wouldn’t even take much for me to blow all over the side of this cabinet.

Zeke spins me around, pressing me into the island as his lips dip down and devour mine. His tongue dives in, tangling with mine, and tasting all of my need and desire. My hands fumble with his belt, working it open before flicking the button and sliding the zipper down. He’s as hard as I am, and when my hand wraps around his silky-smooth shaft, he groans into my mouth.

“I need you,” I breathe against his lips. “I need to come. Please,papi.”

It isn’t a word I’ve used with him—or ever—but I’ve wanted to for a while, simply because I knew it’d make him lose his mind. With the way he pulls back from me, his pupils completely blown, I’d say I was right on the money.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches into the junk drawer beside us, pulling out the little, clear bottle of lube we keep in there. Within sixty seconds flat, he has himself and I both lathered up, me lying on the counter, and he’s sinking into my hole. We groan in unison as he bottoms out, the full feeling he gives me something I’ll never get over.

Zeke thrusts into me roughly, controlling my body wholly. He always leaves me feeling like I’m floating. Like I’m high in the sky, and I don’t ever want to come down.

“You like this, my little fucking slut? Like the way I fucking own you?”

My nails drag down his chest, leaving raised, red marks in their wake, as I nod my head, moaning uncontrollably.

“You. Are. Mine.” Each word is emphasized with a brutal thrust. “Nobody else’s. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, head falling back.

“Yes, what?” Zeke wraps a tight fist around my cock, pumping me as he fucks me.

“Yes, daddy!” He growls, and it’s all it takes. My balls tighten up into my body as my dick spills, covering his hand and my stomach. “Oh, yes…fuck, yes!”

“That’s my good boy,” he coos as his muscles tighten and he stills, emptying himself into me.

When we both come down for the high, he grabs a washcloth and cleans me up. Once I’m standing again, he kisses me. Pulling back, he looks down his nose at me. “I meant what I said, Elias. No fucking more. I will take care of you. You will not fuck yourself on camera for hundreds of men to see. I will not argue about this.”

I roll my eyes, breathing out a laugh.Little does he know this was my farewell show anyway, but why tell him that and ruin the fun?“Okay, caveman.”

We both get dressed, and he throws a pizza in the oven once he hears my stomach grumble from across the room. He steps out of the kitchen to toss the dirty washcloth, and when he comes back, he has a mischievous smirk on his lips.

“What’s that look for?” I can’t help but chuckle, even though I have no clue what’s on his mind. Seeing him carefree and happy is indescribable.

“I never told you this…” His smirk grows to a full, toothy grin.

“Oh, God. What?”

Zeke chuckles, and it’s like pure bliss washing over me. Such a foreign sound coming from him. “I’ve watched you on cam quite a few times.”

My jaw drops at his confession. That is news to me. “What? You have?”

He nods, grabbing us two waters from the fridge.

“When?”

“Once, when you were here visiting, you had your laptop open on the table. You stepped away, and I saw the saved link on your internet browser. It wasn’t hard to find you after that.”

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