Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I… I’m not… I really don’t bottom.”
“You do for me.”
I heard the snap of the lube opening. Seconds later, he pushed his fingers into me again.
He worked me harder this time, and my breathing grew ragged.
“I can’t hold back.” I was nearly sobbing. “I need…”
“I know what you need. You need to be taken. You need to be used and put in your place until all you can think about is my cock stretching you open. I don’t want you telling me what you can’t do. What I want is for you to let me know how much you need this and how much you want it. “
“Fuck yes. Please.”
He pulled his fingers out, and I heard him tearing the condom packet open. A moment later the tip of his cock pushed against my hole. He was so fucking big. “I haven’t done this since the last time with you.”
“Then you better remember to breathe and relax.”
He surged forward, and I gasped. My ass burned, and I wondered if he would tear me open.
“Jesus, you’re so tight.” He pulled back and squirted more lube onto my hole, pushing it into me with his fingers before thrusting his cock in again, deeper this time. I whimpered, embarrassed by the sound but unable to control it. All I could do was take what he gave.
13
Marco
I squeezed my eyes shut and started counting backwards from one hundred, hoping to make myself last more than a few seconds. Just knowing I had Niall at my mercy—arrogant, uptight Niall—was enough to put me close to the edge. I gave him a moment to relax before I pulled back and pushed in again, opening him farther.
He whimpered. “Hurts.”
“You’ll get used to it. You’ll be begging for it soon.”
“No.”
I slapped his ass. “You’re a good boy, remember?”
“I-I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” I growled, thrusting harder.
He cried out as I shoved my cock into him.
“Do you need me to be rough? Do you need me to punish you, to show you what I want from you?”
“Yes.”
I hadn’t expected him to admit to it, and that simple word almost made me come right then. I managed to pull out and slap his ass. “Up on the bed. On your knees.”
He scrambled to do as I asked, not even bothering to protest this time.
I knelt behind him and gripped the back of his neck, shoving his head to the mattress. “Head down. Ass in the air. You’re going to take every inch of my cock.”
“Please!”
This was everything I wanted. Niall was completely under my control, but I already knew I could get addicted to him way too fast. I drove all the way in, and he cried out. The sound was glorious, but I didn’t want anyone else to have the pleasure of hearing him.
I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his head. “Bite down on this. Your cries are only for me.”
He wrapped his arms around the pillow, gripping it tightly
“Are you ready to be fucked hard? To be used?”
“Yes.” It was almost a sob. I’d wanted to break him, but Jesus, I hadn’t known how hot it would be.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
I pulled out and drove into him again.
He gasped, the sound muffled by the pillow.
I squeezed his hips hard as I worked him with rough strokes. He was panting, whining, probably begging, but his words were unintelligible.
I slammed my body against his. He was relaxed now, open, pliant. He let me have what was mine. I reached under him and grasped his cock. He whined and worked his hips, trying to push himself into the circle of my hand.
“Shhh. I got you, baby.” I gave him several firm strokes. “I’m ready now. I want you to come. I want you to let it all go.”
“Please. I need… Oh God.”
I worked his cock faster and faster. He was so close. Right there. Then his body shattered, his ass clamped tightly around my cock, and I felt the heat of his cum as it shot over my hand and dripped onto the mattress.
I held myself back until he was finished, then I pulled out, pulled the condom off, and worked myself until my load landed on his back, marking him as mine.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as I flopped down beside him, utterly spent.
I saw his shoulders tense, and I slid a hand into his sweaty hair. There will be plenty of time for regrets when we get back home. Don’t do that now. I leaned over and grabbed my phone from my pants. We’re going to rest for half an hour before we get cleaned up and head for the pool.
“Why do you get to decide that?”
“You’re too exhausted to fight me.”
I was sure he would protest more, but he sighed. “Fine.”
I set an alarm on my phone, then pulled him to me. Moments later, his body went lax against mine, and I knew he’d given in to sleep.