Page 58 of Volatile

“Fuck you. I’m going back in there, and I’m going to let one of those guys fuck me. I hope it hurts,” he snarled, speaking the words inches from my lips.

My ears pounded, and I pressed my hardness into him. “You don’t want any of those fucks in there. You want this.”

He shoved at my chest, but I was too far gone to let him. Driven by rage and fear of him returning to that guy, I reached under his skirt to grab his cock through the briefs he had on.

“Act for a second like you don’t want this.” I roughly stroked him.

His eyes rolled and slammed the back of his head against the tree. “Fuck you.”

“That’s only going to make me keep going.” I jacked him through the material, then got frustrated with it, ripping it to the side and closing my fingers around his cock. Skin to skin.

He was silky smooth and huge. I’d never paid close attention until he started wearing the skirts, and it hid a lot.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Aspen gasped, rocking his hips into my touch, his arousal betraying everything that came out of his lips.

I squeezed him. “Do you have to ask?”

“I fucking hate you.” Real emotion bled into his words.

“Do you want me to stop?”

His breathing hitched, but he slowly shook his head.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Royal.” His words devolved into whimpers. Needy fucking whimpers.

Every single one made me ache. Made my cock throb. What the fuck was this? “Fuck me? I don’t think so. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep,” he snarled against my ear.

“Take my cock out.”

His eyes flashed open. "Here? We’re barely outside the bar.”

It was an open-air place, and I didn’t give a single fuck if they could hear his moans over the music. He hadn’t told me to stop.

“Right fucking here. I’m not waiting unless you tell me to stop.” I pulled his cock aggressively, making sure he knew I wasn’t kidding. “I’m going to show you and anyone else who’s listening how serious I am.”

He shuddered, and his words trembled. “You haven’t even kissed me again, and you’re going to fuck me?”

I grabbed his jaw and brought his mouth to mine, cutting off any other argument. “Take my cock out unless you want me to stop. But this is your last chance.” I wouldn’t be like his ex. I waited for the answer.“Make me take you somewhere else if that’s what you need, but this is happening.”

He shoved his hands between us, blindly fumbling with my shorts. He got them open, and I swear I saw stars when he took me in his hand and stroked. It had been way too long since I’d gotten off, and the buildup was going to end me.

I flipped him around before he could make me come with his hands. He braced against the tree, rocking against my dick. I shoved his skirt up so I could get a better view of his perfect ass. He wore a fucking thong. Because of course he had.

Aspen knew. Did he know I’d follow him?

Fishnets covered his perfect pink skin and I ripped them, creating an opening to press my dick against him.

“Fuck.” I bit his shoulder, trying to calm myself down.

“You might need this.” He held out a little bottle of lube while looking over his shoulder. The look on his face told me he wanted me to know what it meant. He’d taken it out with him with every fucking intention of getting fucked.

I snatched it out of his hand, rage coiling in my gut. I knew what it meant, and I hated it, but it was the final piece I needed. I didn’t question what I was doing or think about how I would feel after. I solidified myself in the moment and stroked the fluid over my cock before pressing against his hole.

He arched and forced himself back, taking my tip in him. Bliss sparked in my brain, and nothing but him existed. I had to get fully inside of him. Drive myself all the way in until he wouldn’t dare let anyone else fuck him.

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