Page 99 of F*ckboys

I feel the anger and lust rising within me, fueling our connection. We're two broken pieces finding solace in each other's pain. He pushes deeper, his hand finding its way betweenus, teasing at my clit as he thrusts harder. I cry out his name, begging for release. The world around us melts away as we become lost in this twisted union.

It's not love making; it's a battle for control. A power struggle where we both know who holds the upper hand. But there's something about it that frightens me—how much I crave this kind of attention from him. How much I need him to own me, even if only for this moment. My body is on fire with his touch, my mind foggy with desire.

He growls low in his throat when he feels me tighten around him. "That's it," he murmurs, his words sending shivers down my spine. "Give it to me."

I do.

He gazes at me intensely as my pussy clenches around him, my back arching against the mattress as sparks fly in my peripheral vision. He doesn’t let up, continuing to thrust as my legs shudder uncontrollably and I cry out his name.

And then, suddenly, he stops, not seeking his own release. His hand grips my chin harshly, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Remember this," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "This is what you did to me."

A single tear escapes as I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. He releases me slowly, withdrawing and watching as I collapse onto the bed, trembling. For a moment, we stare at each other—two enemies caught in a passionate dance—before he turns and walks away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the tangled sheets.

We take a brief break, rehydrating with tall glasses of ice water. It's an easy companionship as we sip our cool drinks. We're both naked and glowing, eager to play some more.

"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" he quirks a brow, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Oh, I think you know," I say back, sipping my drink before grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the bedroom.

"I want you again," I say, my voice rough like sandpaper over his skin.

He licks his lips, his eyes locked on mine. "Then have me."

He doesn't realize I have plans of my own to apply a little control and restraint.

I handcuff Aksel to the bedpost so he's unable to move his arms this time, his wrists bound tightly as they bulge against the steel cuffs. He tries to pull away but it's no use. I step back, taking in his restrained form.

He's aroused from eyeing him up, his chest heaving, his cock jutting out from his jeans, trying to escape.

"Fallon—"

I shush him, my mind spinning with thoughts of how much pain he caused me, and how much pleasure he can bring me.

"This is mine," I whisper, running a finger down his chest.

I know that my touch sends shivers down his spine, just as I intended. It's just another weapon in my arsenal.

I kneel before him and admire his hard length.

It twitches as I wrap my lips around the head, tasting him for the first time today. He cries out, his long, deep groan filling the room. I take him deeper, sucking and licking until he's panting and thrusting his hips.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath.

I continue to suck and lick, taking his cock deep into my throat and only releasing when I feel my gag reflex kick in.

"My fucking god," he moans, each lick and suck taking him closer to the edge. "Suck my fat cock, baby."

But I'm not letting him come quite yet. I have other plans.

I mount him, grinding slowly at first, relishing the way he gasps for air as my pussy slides over his length.

This time when I ride his cock, it's on my terms. He can't move his arms or guide me by my waist the way he has before. Instead, the pace and rhythm are largely up to me. He just has to lay there and take what I'm giving him.

I lean forward, kissing his collarbone. "You like this?"

His hands grip the bed, and he tries to meet my gaze, but I won't let him.

"You fucking tease," he growls.

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