Page 44 of Hitch
I hold still. Her hips keep thrusting against me, but I keep her in place, refusing to let her move anymore. Refusing her that gratifying friction.
“What the fuck?” she asks.
“Tell me what you want, Hitch,” I demand.
She rolls her eyes, huffing to the side. “Just fuck me already.”
I lick my lips as I study her. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”
She furrows her brows at me. “I want you to fuck me.”
I don’t say a word, and the frustration blooms across her skin.
“Fuck,” she murmurs. “I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck my ass!”
“Not enough, plaything.”
“I want you to fuck my ass like I’m your dirty little whore,” she says. “Make me come, Duane. I want to come with your dick so far in my ass that I can’t breathe.”
I smirk. “Is that right?”
“Fuck me. Just fuck—”
And I pick up the rhythm, faster this time, exactly where she likes it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body dances for me, the pleasure coming back stronger this time. I flick her beady little clit, bringing her close to that edge, and she jumps into that abyss, her body convulsing harder than I’ve seen before, and the sight alone pushes me closer to that edge too. She’s sensitive right now, coming down from that high, but I don’t care. I want to come.
Ineedto claim her body for my own.
“No one touches you here,” I say as I thrust my hips. “This ass is mine. Other men may use this mouth,” I bend down, slapping her face, “or this pussy.” I shove a finger in her cunt, but with my cock stretching her ass, I can barely push my digit through. My finger is smashed in her cunt, riding against her pelvic bone. “But your ass ismine.”
“Please,” she begs. “Please. I—”
“Please what?” I howl.
“Please make me come again!”
I growl, the primal response reverberating through the room.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” I murmur.
Then I flick her clit again, but slowly this time. I can’t resist another orgasm from my woman, but I do have some rules.
“Every time you come from now on, I want you to say my name,” I order, locking eyes with her. Her eyelids flutter, nearing that final peak, and I slap her face, making sure she keeps her attention focused on me and my words. “Do you hear me, Hitch? Even if another man’s dick is in your pussy. Even if another man is fucking your throat. Even if you’ve got two different dicks in each hand—youknowwho gives you this. Who makes sure you come.” I smack her inner thighs and her tight hole cinches around my dick. “So fucking help me, Hitch, I will make sure you remember that I own you.” I slam as far and as deep into her ass as I can. “So tell me, Hitch, who owns you?”
“You!”
“And what’s my name?”
“Duane!”
And then she convulses around me. As soon as she stops, I pull out, squeezing my dick so hard that my come streaks her belly and breasts like a cannon, marking her with my seed. My body jerks with the weight of pleasure, but it surges out of me, and I know she’s a pair of goddamn handcuffs that’ll never set me free.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, vibrating against my thighs. Reggie’s eyes are closed, and it fills me with satisfaction seeing her like that. Her legs are still spread, and from where I am, I can see that her ass is loose, gaping wide from my big dick.
I check the message.Sed will be at the farm tomorrow at one,Todd sends. A second message from him dings:Thinks he’s getting a lesson on harvesting the flushes.
I send a quick confirmation message, then admire my woman. She’s destroyed, sweaty, tired, and thoroughly fucked. Two men in one day, plus taking her anal virginity? She’s got to be exhausted, and it fills me with warmth knowing that it’s because of me.
Using a wet towel, I clean her gently. It’s not sentimental or sensitive of me; if she gets an infection, I can’t use her holes like I want. And I don’t like anyone or anything getting in between me and my Hitch.
