Page 87 of Brittle Heart

“Look at you, being such a good boy for me tonight,” I praise, my voice filled with adoration as I start to circle his puckered hole with my thumb. “God, I’ve missed your tight little ass too. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“After ten years of taking your massive cock, I don’t think it’s quite as tight anymore,” he breathes out.

I slap him on the thigh before leaning in to grab his throat again. “You little brat,” I scold. “I’m not going to fuck you when you talk about yourself like that.”

Squeezing his throat, I slide my finger inside him, making him moan. “See?” I whisper, my voice laced with desire. “Tight and perfect as fuck.” I peck his lips before releasing him, focusing on stretching him out further by sliding another finger inside.

“Oh my God.” Clay groans, his eyes shut and his head falling back on the pillow.

I withdraw my fingers and apply more lube, making sure we’re both covered. Then leaning over him, I kiss him passionately as I guide the head of my cock into his entrance. He gasps for air, breaking the kiss, and I rest my forehead against his, my voice filled with love and tenderness. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper, trying to be gentle as I press further inside.

He pushes his ass back against me, gripping the back of my head, and hisses out, “Shut up and fuck me already.”

I chuckle, biting his lip, before sitting up straight again. “Then be a good boy and take all of it.”

I push his thighs further toward his chest, sinking my cock deep inside him, relishing in the sweet sound of his moans with every thrust. Once fully seated inside, I look at him. “You good, love?”

Topping him always comes with a mix of pain and pleasure, and I never want to hurt him.

“Yes, babe. Don’t make me beg again,” he pleads, his eyes flying open as I begin to move.

“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good,” I say, closing my eyes and picking up the pace of my thrusts.

“Yes, oh my God.” Clay moans, his hands gripping my shoulders for support.

“Look at my boy, taking my cock so damn well,” I praise, my voice laced with pleasure as I feel his tight ass clench around my shaft. “Fuck, love.”

With one hand, I take hold of his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Xander,” he moans out.

“Imagine Carolina riding this cock while I fuck your ass,” I say, gripping him hard.

“Fuck!” He nearly whimpers, his grip on the sheets tightening as he presses his eyes shut.

“Imagine how her tight, wet pussy squeezes your cock while I fill your ass,” I continue, my voice raspy. “Imagine her moaning our names, being a good girl for us.” His cock twitches in my hand.

And I know he is close.

“Babe, fuck, I—” he starts, but he’s cut off as he comes, releasing his load all over my hand and his stomach. The intense sensation of his ass squeezing my cock triggers my own orgasm.

“Holy…” I grunt, finishing inside him.

“Shit, that was…” Clay says, looking up at me with awe in his eyes. I slowly pull out of him, bringing my hand, coated with his cum, to my mouth to lick it clean.

“You’re so fucking dirty. I love it. I love you,” he says, pulling me down for a deep kiss.

I pull back, pecking his forehead before making my way to our en suite bathroom, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to gently clean Clay’s stomach and ass. Then, I clean myself at the bathroom sink before returning to bed and lying beside him.

I pull him close, his head resting on my chest.

“We need to find a way to make that fantasy reality, babe, because fuck, I don’t think I ever came so hard in my life,” Clay mumbles.

I chuckle.I wouldn’t mind that, either.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Carolina

The only thing I had to look forward to for most of the day was when Josh would text me from time to time. But my phone is still trash, so I could only send back an emoji in response.

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