Page 86 of F*ckboys

I don't know why I obey, because I’m already so sensitive from the last orgasm, but I do. The vibrations hit me with increased intensity and I gasp. Aksel slides into me from behind and thrusts his hips in rhythm, his cock slapping against my pussy alongside the pulsations of the vibrator. It's almost too much. Nearly too intense. I can feel my walls clenching, the sensations overwhelming me.

"Oh God, Aksel," I moan, my body taking over. "Please..."

"Tell me you want more," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips.

"I want more," I whimper, my voice cracking.

He smirks and increases the speed, my body spasming around him. I can feel the familiar tightness building, the pressure growing. And then it hits me–another intense orgasm. I scream Aksel's name, the sound echoing around the room.

He pulls out but instantly pulls my hips to his, his cock pressing against my ass crack. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask warily.

I close my eyes, bracing myself for what's to come. The snap of a lube bottle lid permeates the silence. The head of his cockpresses against me, and he slides in ever so slightly. I moan at the slight sting combined with the cool sensation of the lube.

"You doing okay, baby girl?" he rasps.

"Mmm yes," I reply, my eyes half-closed as I relish the sensation of his cock slowly working its way into my back entrance.

He continues to slide in, slowly, carefully, until he groans as he presses in me to his hilt. He slides back, slowly at first as if testing the waters, and when I moan as a sign of encouragement and enjoyment, he surges inside me, filling me up. He starts thrusting hard and fast, slapping my ass with each powerful stroke. I gasp and arch my back toward his chest. My nails dig into the sheets as he takes me roughly, his hips smacking against my ass with each forceful push.

"So good," he pants, his hands fisting in my hair.

I grind my teeth together, trying to ignore the burning sensation between my legs. I hate how good this feels, how much I need him even though he's hurting me. He pulls out and slaps my ass, making me yelp. Then he slams back in, his heavy balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

"More," I moan, hating myself for wanting more.

"You're such a brat," he says, but he gives me what I want—faster, harder thrusts that leave me gasping for breath.

He reaches around and wraps his palm around my throat.

"Aksel!" I choke out his name in a moan.

He groans, his hips jerking forward violently.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts. "You like being choked."

I nod, unable to speak. My head is swimming with pleasure and pain and confusion. All I know is that he feels so damn good inside me, despite everything.

He tightens his grip on my throat, choking me slightly as he picks up the pace.

"Say it," he demands harshly.

"Yes!" I cry out, gasping for breath.

"Good girl," he grits out. His grip around my throat loosens slightly as he continues to pound into me, his free hand slapping my ass in time with his hips. "Cum for me, brat," he growls, thrusting deep.

I come hard, crying out his name as my body shudders and quakes beneath him. I can feel him getting closer to his own release, and I know what comes next. I brace myself for the impending pain even as I crave the feeling of his cum shooting inside me.

I feel his body tense and he pulls out, and I scream as he covers my back with his hot seed, the sting mixing with the pleasure from our orgasms. We both pant heavily as he steps away from me, leaving me sprawled on the bed, tangled in the bedsheets, sticky and sore.

He walks to the bathroom and I hear water running. Moments later, he returns with a warm, wet washcloth that he uses to gently clean me up while he kisses me softly. Once he’s finished, he slides into bed next to me and wraps his arms around me, and I settle comfortably into the nook of his armpit.

"Stay the night," I whisper against his chest, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. I lose all reason for a moment as I realize it's our family dinner the next day. "And I know this is random, but we have a weekly dinner at the estate tomorrow and I'm wondering if you might like to join me? I know it's a lot of pressure, so feel free to say no."

"I'd love to," Aksel says without hesitation. Then he frowns, but there's also a touch of excitement in his voice. "I know things might get... tense."

"Let them," I reply with determination. "It's time everyone knows exactly where we stand. Together."

"Alright," he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "For you, I'll face anything."

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