Page 56 of Unlocked Dive
Yes.
“I. Don’t. Care.”
He takes me all at once, merciless, the way we both need.
I arch into him with a strangled gasp, hands scrabbling at his hips to pull him closer, even as I struggle to adjust to his size.
A harsh groan escapes him, a drowning, surrendered sound, and I clench around his cock, drawing another string of curses.
“You like being hurt.” It’s not quite a question, and it’s not quite the truth, but I give him the whole answer anyway.
“Only by you.”
“Fuck.” He pushes my head away, so I fall forward, catching myself on the back of the couch.
And then he turns himself loose, hauling my hips back against his thighs and slamming into me, fingers tight enough to leave bruises on my hips.
This is punishment for daring to speak the forbidden words, and I bury my face in my arms and rock back into every thrust.
He leans over me, and my skin is so sensitive that even the brush of his worn cotton T-shirt is torture.
“What do you want?” he growls in my ear.
“Tell me you love me.”
His rhythm slows and becomes a sadistic roll of his hips digging at my core.
“You think I’ll give you what you want because you’re letting me ride this tight ass of yours raw? That the wet heat of your pretty hole clamped around my bare cock is gonna make me come so hard that I’ll forget all the reasons I can’tkeep you?”
I keep my mouth shut, swallowing my pleas.I’m done begging.
“I remembereverything,” he whispers. “Every single moment of you.” And fuck if I can keep my hand from dropping to my cock—aching and so hard my abs are smeared with precum—at the devastation in his voice.
He fights me for it, tugging my hand away from my dick and capturing the one still locked on the back of the couch. When both my wrists are secured at the base of my spine, he leans back, pulling and pressing at once so my chest arches off the cushions, andohholyfuck,at this angle, his thick head drives over my prostate with each brutal thrust, and I can’t stay silent.
“Do you like this?” he asks over my wordless cries. “Being used by me? Knowing I’m about to fill you up and you can’t touch yourself? That you’re going to feel it, and take it all, and maybe I’ll let you come, maybe I won’t?” He hauls on my wrists, turning my wail to a gasp. “Is this what you think love feels like?”
“Yes,” I breathe.Yes.
Because this Byrd isnew, and I know—from the burn in my ass to the ache in my shoulders to the hot, tight pressure in my balls—that this Byrd is alsomine, and that no one else has ever had him this undone.
“Fucking hell,” he grunts, and then makes good on his threat-promise. For the first time in my life, I feel the hot spill of cum deep inside me—Byrd’scum—and it seems to last forever. I’m flayed so fucking bare, so completelyowned, that I’m amazed I don’t blow with him.
He pulls out slowly, and his fingers brush my inner thigh, trailing up through the evidence of what he’s done. Desperate to catch his expression, I crane my neck as he pushes two cum-coated fingers inside me like he can keep himself there.
“Byrd.” I swore I was done begging, but I’m about to break.
His eyes lift to my face, taking in the flush and the tears tracking down my cheeks with his hooded gaze. He tugs on my wrists, gently this time, and wraps his arm around my shoulders, hugging me to his chest.
“Ask me again,” he says, husky in my ear, and brings his hand around to grip my cock. His fingers are slick with his cum and slide easily over my shaft.
“Do you love me?”
His hand tightens and strokes up and over my crown.
“Yes,” he whispers, and I shudder in his arms and come all over his couch.
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