Page 33 of Bratva's Vow
I pulled back and slammed into him again, teeth clenched. His cries grew louder, but he only sought more rising and falling back down onto my dick.
Nothing was sexier than a man who gave you permission to fuck him within an inch of his life.
That was Wren. All the fucking time. No wonder I was obsessed with him.
“That’s it. Ride me. Let me feel how perfect you are on my cock.”
Gritting my teeth, I pulled out and thrust again. Over and over, driving in to the hilt each time. His cries, high-pitched and breathy, ripped through my body like lightning. He moved against me in perfect syncopation. Every thrust was met with an arch of his back, every pull with a press of hiships.
“I don’t want you to come,” I whispered hoarsely.
Wren’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at me, confused.
“I don’t want you to come,” I said again. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, kroshka? Can I be selfish for now and fuck you only for my pleasure? Can I treat you like this is what you were made for? Just a hole for me to use, to fuck and breed? Please say yes.”
Wren parted his lips, breath ragged as his body trembled in my hold. “Yes.” He swallowed, licking his lips. “Oh god, I didn’t think that would sound so hot… but I want it too. Show me I belong to you. Use me, Maxim. Make me your slutty hole made all for you.”
My control cracked.
I turned off the water with one hand and, without a word, stepped out of the shower with him clinging to me. His wet skin slipped against mine as I carried him to the vanity and set him on his feet, steadying him for a moment, then spun him to face the mirror.
“Look,” I growled into his ear as I bent him forward. “Look at that beautiful face that drives me insane. I want you to keep looking at yourself while I’m taking what’s mine.”
He whimpered, pressing his hands to the countertop, his reflection flushed and wide-eyed. I dragged my hand down his spine, and he arched his back, going up onto the tips of his toes. I spread him open, watching the way lube clung to the rim of his swollen, eager hole. I’d been working him overtime, and I had no remorse.
My cock twitched.
“This is mine.” I guided myself back in. “Your whole fucking body is mine to use. My personal hole. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes, please. Maxim, please.”
I drove into him, hard, grinding as deep as I could. He cried out, his head falling forward.
“Come on, kroshka. Keep looking at that beautiful face. Look at how well you’re taking it. Always so good for me.” I reached under, brushing his pierced navel and down to grip his cock—still hard, still twitching—and squeezed lightly. “So perfect, staying hard, even when I won’t let you come.”
He moaned, needy and wild, his fingers white-knuckling the counter’s edge.
“Do you want to come, Wren?” I whispered.
“No, sir. I don’t want to come,” he gasped on a sob. “I just want you to use me.”
“Does it make you feel good to be my perfect little fucktoy?”
“Yes, Maxim. Pleasepleaseplease, use me like a Fleshlight.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell.” I pushed him down farther, his chest against the cool counter, angling his hips to take me as deep as I could go inside him.
“This hole’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever had.” I slapped his ass, palmed his full cheeks, spreading them, squeezing them, pinching them, then slapping them some more. “Always ready for me, always greedy for more. Even when you’re full, even when I’ve already come in you and you’re dripping wet, you beg for it again.”
I snapped my hips forward, rough, fast, claiming. Wren sobbed out my name, and it only made me harder.
“I don’t want to share this. Ever. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets this tight ass. You’re my good boy, my filthy little hole, and I’m going to fuck you until you know exactly who you belong to.”
His body quaked beneath me, shaking with the effort of staying upright, staying obedient. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back.
“Don’t you dare come.” I smacked my pelvis into his asshard. “You hold it. Be good for me, Wren. Be my good boy. You can do it, can’t you?”
“Fuck me, Maxim,” he groaned as our bodies slapped together with desperation. “I’m your good boy, I swear. I’ll always be your good boy. Just don’t stop until you’ve come inside me.”
