Page 36 of Hot Route
Maybe I can’t be this guy for her.
“Blaze,” she whispers, pulling me from my thoughts. I look into her eyes and see a hint of trepidation. “I…can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” I reply, still rubbing my cock slowly against her dripping heat because I can’t stop myself.
“I like pain. During sex. I want you to hurt me.” She looks nervous, but hopeful. And the thought of her trusting me enough to ask for this flips a switch inside me, reminding me that I am giving her exactly what she wants.
I kiss her again before I reach up and put my hand around her throat, slowly adding pressure. It’s not enough to cut off her air supply, but I know she’s fuzzy-headed as I finally sink myself into her, completely bare. I’ve never, ever fucked without a condom. I probably should’ve asked, but I can’t imagine putting anything between us. I know she’s on birth control because I’ve seen her take it before her morning coffee. “My dirty little slut wants to be fucked hard, doesn’t she?” I coo before leaning down to press my lips to her cheek.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
Mads’ pussy is tighter than I could’ve ever imagined. I rut into her like a man possessed. My hand is still on her throat, but I’ve taken away the pressure. I want her completely in her right mind for this. I want her to remember how I made her feel the next time she thinks she has to find someone else to give her what she needs.
“You take Daddy’s cock so well, baby. This pussy was made to be used by me,” I grit out as I continue slamming into her. I pull back onto my knees, gripping her hips and lifting them off the bed. There’s not a chance in hell she won’t have ten perfect finger-shaped bruises on them tomorrow, but I don’t give a single fuck. She wants me to hurt her. And I think I like it, too.
Trusting that she’ll use her safe word if she needs to, I pull out and flip her over. Yanking her hips into the air, I set her on her knees before pushing her head down to the pillow. “Arch that back for me,” I say as I slap her ass, hard. “Look at that beautiful handprint. It’s like art next to your swollen pussy and tight little asshole,” I say as I begin fucking into her again. Shemoans so loudly, I’m sure everyone in Boston can hear. And fuck if I’m not proud.
When I look down, I see the prettiest fucking sight. Next to her head, she fists the sheets. Her ass bounces with every thrust of my hips. I look down at where we’re joined to see my cock glistening with her arousal every time I pull back. This is fucking heaven. Better than any touchdown or trophy I’ve ever gotten.
“Tell me,” I say, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up so my mouth is right at her ear while I continue thrusting into her. “Any of those little boys you’ve been out with fuck you like this? Did they give this wet little cunt the punishment it craves?”
“No,” she whimpers.
“That’s because it belongs to me, baby,” I growl into her ear. “It always fucking has.”
Her walls start to tighten around me, and I realize that my possessiveness is turning her on even more. Maybe I’m a selfish son-of-a-bitch, but I use that power for my own benefit.
“Whose pussy is this, Mads?” I ask. She doesn’t reply at first. I can tell her orgasm is about to hit and I know I’ll follow her as soon as she clamps down on me, so I don’t have much time left and Ineedto hear her say it.
Releasing her hair, I shove her between the shoulder blades, pressing her face back down to the bed before slapping her ass again. “Answer me,” I demand. “Who owns this fucking pussy?”
“You do! I’m yours, Blaze!” she yells as she comes hard. She’s not just wet anymore. She’s actually running down the back of her thighs and the front of mine. The sounds we’re making are nothing less than obscene. Her legs are shaking, and she has me in a vice grip as I pound into her one more time before I fill her, grunting through the most intense orgasm of my life.
I lay down, rolling onto my side before pulling her back to my front. She’s still shaking a little as I run my hand over her hair, smoothing it away from her face. Mads sighs contently as herbreathing becomes less erratic. My heart squeezes and I realize that I’m fully fucking gone for her now. I don’t even want to attempt fighting it anymore.
“You did such a good job, pretty girl,” I praise before kissing the back of her head. “I’ll be right back.”
I remember my research, and aftercare is the most important part of all of this. I have to make sure she’s okay after that. I quickly run to the bathroom, clean myself up, grab a warm washcloth, and fill a glass with water before returning to find Mads out cold in the bed. I chuckle quietly and set the glass on the nightstand before gently wiping between her legs with the cloth. She doesn’t move at all other than her slow, shallow breathing and soft snores as I climb back into bed and wrap my arms around her.
“Good night, baby. I love you,” I whisper into the quiet room before dozing off peacefully within seconds.
TWENTY-NINE
MADS
I slowly drift awake,memories from last night filling my head as I come to. I open my eyes to see that I’m completely naked, alone in Blaze’s bed. I know I didn’t fall asleep in here. Was I that out of it after my life-changing orgasms that I don’t remember walking upstairs?
How did I get here? Did I sleep alone? Where is Blaze? He had to have carried me up here after we had sex. I was so sated and exhausted that I was dead to the world before he even returned from the bathroom.
Before I allow myself to overthink the fact that I woke up by myself, I sit up and get out of bed. I cross the hallway to my own room, making a beeline for the bathroom so I can clean up and brush my teeth. I can’t help but look over my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a knotted mess. My nipples are peaked from the cold air in the room. There is a smattering of small bruises decorating my hips, no doubt from Blaze’s fingers as he fucked me from behind.
I turn to find several red handprints covering my backside. I feel a rush of arousal between my legs at the sight of them. Last night was everything I’ve been needing. I would’ve neverexpected Blaze to be the type to take control, but it was like he’d been doing it all his life. I can’t believe I’ve been living with him this long, fighting my attraction, just to have him prove to me that he’s perfect for me in every possible way. As exciting as it all is, I can’t shake the intrusive feelings in the back of my mind that are telling me we just complicated our relationship by sleeping together. But I owe it to the both of us not to panic or freak out. At least not until we talk about what all this means for us.
I return to my room, throwing on my silk robe. I definitely need to shower and figure out what to do with this mess of hair, but first,coffee.
As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I’m stopped in my tracks by the sight in front of me. Blaze stands at the stove in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, flipping sausage links on the griddle. Holy fuck, he’s even hotter now that I’m allowing myself to openly gawk at him. The muscles in his back and shoulders ripple under his taut skin. His ass looks so good, it takes all my self-control not to walk over and take a bite out of it. I don’t realize my heavy breathing until he turns around.
