Page 36 of Dirty Love

I love how hard he gets when he’s high, how vicious and desperate he gets for a hole to fill, how his pupils blow up until his eyes are almost black with need.

Needing him just as much, I reach out and feel around for the lube I dropped on the bed before, boldly shoving it into his hand once I find it. He blinks at that, turning it over in confusion, but he doesn’t bother to ask me where I got it from. Knowing what I want from him, he uncaps the bottle and squeezes some out onto his fingers, moving them down between my legs to rub my virgin hole. I suck in a breath and he slides one inside me, slowly fucking me with the tip the same way he did last night. I hold on to his hair and he carefully pushes it in a little further, still nipping my lips while he grinds his cock against my inner thigh.

“I need more, Kade,” I plead. “Fuck.”

He smirks and gives me what I asked for, adjusting his angle to finger me even harder. By the time he’s managed to slip a second one inside me, I’m shaking beneath him and squeezing the life out of my dick, desperate to make this last as long as possible.

“How hard do you wanna come right now?” he asks, running his tongue over the seam of my lips.

“Shut the fuck up,” I grit out. “Asshole.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He raises a brow and bats my hand away, twisting his fingers to stretch me out, then he reaches for his own dick and slides it between my ass cheeks.

Oh, fuck, yes.

He rubs the tip over the edge of my hole and I lift my hips up for him, fisting the sheet with both hands when he does nothing but tease me with it.

“Goddamnit, Kade, put it in.”

He freezes at that, lifting his eyes up to bounce them between my crazy ones. “Nicky…”

“Kade.”

“Fuck, I can’t, baby,” he chokes out. “This is enough.”

“It’s not enough.”

“I know,” he admits, dropping his forehead on mine, breathing heavily against my lips. “I know but it has to be. I can’t fuck you, Nicky. You’re my little brother.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll hurt you.”

“I can take it,” I promise him, pushing his face back to look him dead in the eye. “Please, Kade. I don’t want to give it to anyone else. I want it to be you.”

He groans like he’s being tortured and I grin on the inside, knowing he can’t say no to me when I beg him like that. He glares at the look on my face but snatches the lube all the same, cursing me to hell and back while he covers his cock with it. He pours what feels like half the bottle on my ass and then tosses it aside, scooting forward on his knees to line himself up with my hole.

“If it’s too much, you tell me to stop, okay?”

“Okay,” I agree, and he leans over to kiss me, trapping my leaking cock between our abs.

“Tell me again.”

“I want you,” I rush out, lifting my hips up to try and get him in. “Please. I want you so fucking b—”

He finally gives me what I’ve been dying for and I cry out into his mouth, squeezing my eyes shut while I wrap my arms around his neck. He feels fucking huge, but I’m pretty sure that’s only the tip considering our bodies are still a few inches apart.

I force myself to keep breathing and he rewards me with his tongue, waiting for me to calm down before he slides it in a little more. Just as he starts to move, I bear down on him the same way I do when I fuck myself with my fingers, pulling him all the way in until his hips are pushed right up against my ass.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Jesus Christ,” he growls, his voice strained like it’s taking everything he has not to fuck me into the mattress. “Jesus fucking Christ, you little shit.”

“You said that already,” I manage to say, feeling so full, so stretched out that I can barely breathe.

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