Page 176 of King of Pain
I let go of his cock and brace my hands on either side of him, easing in with slow, measured thrusts. His eyes search mine, looking for something. He wants to know if it’s good for me.
“You feel so good, Chance.”
His eyes flash and his mouth curves into a shaky smile. He cups my face, pulling me down into a kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth and heat, wild and desperate and perfect.
I keep rocking into him, deeper with each thrust. His head falls back, exposing his throat. Those damn neck cords. I need to taste them.
“Oh fuck, Ant!” he cries as I latch on, running tongue and teeth along his throat.
I thrust deeper, and I feel it—the exact moment I hit the spot that has him losing control.
“Chance, you feel too fucking good. I’m—I’m not gonna last much longer.”
He grabs my face with both hands and looks straight into my soul.
“Baby, I want you to really fuck me now. I want you to channel all your rage, your pain, your fear… and take it out on my hole. Fuck every ounce of it into my body. And when you come? Pump all those emotions inside of me.”
My heart swells, and I press my forehead to his, overwhelmed.
“Give me your pain. I can take it, Beautiful,” he whispers.
That’s all it takes.
I slam my cock in balls deep. Chance lets out a choked gasp and wraps his arms around me, hooking his legs behind my ass.
I start pounding into him, and every sense in my body goes nuclear. The warmth. The friction. His skin. His sounds.
He’s moaning, nearly screaming, all words lost to sensation. His fingers twist in my hair, heels of his feet urging me in deeper, harder. Sweat drips from my brow and still I don’t stop.
His next words are my undoing.
“Mark my hole, baby. Make it yours.”
That’s it.
I release a long groan as I bottom out and spill everything inside him.
Mine.
Chance hums, his body soft and pliant beneath me.
I slowly lift up, still half hard inside him, and wrap a hand around his cock.
“Your turn,” I say, giving him a smirk.
His answering smile is wild, untamed.
I move inside him as I stroke him, and his eyes roll back in his head. He writhes on my cock, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls.
“Baby, I—”
Then he screams as he comes, painting his abs in thick, hot ropes.
I collapse on top of him, breathless and shaking, pressing kisses to his neck while I’m still buried deep. I can feel his load between us, and it makes my dick want to rally.
I sit up, ease out of him, kiss his right knee, help his legs relax, and then collapse beside him.
“That was fucking hot, Chance,” I murmur, one arm draped over my forehead.
