Page 73 of Insatiable Hunger

The euphoria coursing through me as I make Zeke’s legs shake is mind blowing.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse. He swells, leaking onto the back of my tongue, the saltiness of it exploding on my taste buds, and just as I think he’s about to blow, he pulls out and off me with a shudder. “Where’s your lube?”

He practically barks the question at me.

“Top drawer.” I point behind him to my dresser.

Kicking his shoes and his pants the rest of the way off, he crosses the room in full naked glory, shuffling through my drawer until he finds the little clear bottle. I have never shucked my pants off so fast in my entire life.

His ass is so fucking nice. Plump, slightly fuzzy but not overly so, and he has those goddamn dimples right above that have me biting my knuckle. He turns, totally catching me checking him out, and with a deep chuckle that washes over my body like a waterfall in the desert, he saunters back over to the bed, already slathering himself up.

Bringing slick fingers to my crease, he circles my entrance before slipping inside. I gasp, but welcome him in regardless. One finger quickly turns into two as he fucks me with them with none of the gentle finesse I was using on him but, to be honest, I prefer it this way. A little pain mixed with my pleasure, and he knows this.

“You want me to fuck you, my little slut?”

I don’t know if it’s because it’s late and he’s tired, or maybe the rage fit from earlier brought it out, but his words are laced thick with his accent—much thicker than normal—and it does things to me. Filthy, shameful things.

Nodding, I bite down on the corner of my bottom lip. “Yes, daddy.”

The twinkle in his eye and his slight grin make my stomach flip-flop. He pulls his fingers out, applying more lube to his cock, stroking it seductively slow as he holds my gaze. Lining himself up, he shoves inside in one quick go, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Fuck,you’re huge,” I grit out.

Zeke pushes my legs back onto my chest as he rolls his hips into me, the burn and pain from him stretching me slowly dissipating with each thrust, a white-hot type of pleasure replacing it.

The look in his eyes is dark, feral, and it excites me, my pulse racing. His warm, rough palm wraps around my throat, squeezing slightly as his thrusts get quicker, harder.

My legs wrap around his middle, feet clasping behind his back, holding him as close to me as possible as I fully give myself over to the way he’s making me feel. It’s sublime.

“Hit me,” I rasp, my voice coming out a little hoarse from his hand around my throat. He doesn’t move for a moment; instead, watching me curiously. “Do it, daddy,” I beg. “Make it hurt.”

A depraved smile pulls on his lips, teeth on full display, looking like a fucking deranged Cheshire Cat as the hand on my throat releases me and rears back. His left-hand cups my face, holding me still, at the same time his right connects with my cheek.

Tears spring to my eyes, the area burning hot as my cock fuckingdrips. I wrap a hand around myself, stroking as he fucks me harder. My blood is pumping pure arousal through my veins.

“Does my little fucking masochist like that?” he asks, voice low. “Like when I hurt you?”

I nod. “Do it again.”

He does. Maybe even harder than the first time. The sharp edge of my canine tooth catches on my lip, slicing it open, the tangy, copper taste spilling inside my mouth as his hand finds its home once more around my throat.

Leaning down, he snakes his forearm underneath my head, our bodies practically flush. The new position has him easily grazing my prostate at the same time the underside of my cock rubs against the soft hair of his abdomen.

It’s good… too good. I can’t hold on.

“I’m gonna come,” I cry out as molten heat pools in my groin, building and building until it’s impossible to hold back. His lips find mine, tongue plunging inside my mouth as my cock erupts, spilling onto my chest, my body melting into the mattress.

The orgasm is so intense, my ass clenches around him, causing him to groan into my mouth. “Tan bueno, bebé,” he breathes against my lips. “Milk this fucking cock like the greedy little cum slut you are.”

It’s not long at all before he follows behind me, unloading himself deep inside me with an animalistic growl as he does.

When Zeke sits up, pulling out of me, he watches as his cum drips out before he brings his thumb to my hole, pushing it back in. “I want you to never be empty of me,” he mumbles, almost like he doesn’t mean to say it out loud. “I never want there to be a moment when you aren’t filled with my cum, when it’s not dripping out of you, letting the world know you’remine.”

My heart thrashes in my chest as I listen to him claim me in such a primal manner. It’s everything I’ve always wanted to hear him say, but knew it could never be.

And it still can’t.

So, I let myself enjoy this moment for what it is now, but I know what’s to come is sure to be catastrophic.

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