Page 7 of The Rival's Obsession
His legs wrap tighter around me as I build him higher.
I keep moving, thrusting deeper with each pass, watching his face as he starts to lose himself in it.
“You close, baby?” I breathe against his ear.
He nods. Desperate. Sweating. Eyes blown wide with need.
“You gonna hold it for me?” I ask, voice darker now. “Gonna be a good boy and feel it all without making a mess?”
He nods again, breath hitching. “Yes—yes, I’ll try?—”
“That’s not good enough,” I growl, looking down at his hard cock pressed between us. “You will.”
I grip his hips and drag him closer—my other hand braced on the mattress, flanking his head now—as I drive into him hard.
Sucking on his full bottom lip, I nip him and tug.
His answer: unsatisfactory.
Each thrust forces a broken sound from his throat.
“Fucking gorgeous like this,” I grit out. “Laid out and begging. Mouth open, cock twitching, hole so fucking tight it’s like you’re made for me.”
He moans—loud, desperate.
“You don’t come,” I snarl, slamming into him harder. “Not till I say. You understand me?”
“Yes—Dante—yes?—”
“Good.”
My thrusts turn brutal. Controlled. Designed to destroy him in the best fucking way.
His eyes roll back, fingers digging into the sheets, and then?—
He crests.
“Hold it,” I growl, fucking him through it. “Squeeze. Don’t let it go.”
His body trembles violently beneath me, his lips parting in a ragged cry. His eyes flutter closed—just for a second.
“Eyes on me.”
His gaze snaps back to mine, glassy and wide, barely hanging on—but he’s doing it. He’s not ejaculating while he rides the waves of his pleasure.
Good boy.
I keep thrusting—deep and hard—grinding against that spot that has him gasping like he’s drowning in it.
And it keeps going.
Longer. Higher. The kind of orgasm that isn’t cut short by release but stretches out—sharp and shimmering—cresting again and again like waves dragging him under.
“That’s it,” I murmur, voice thick with praise and hunger. “Just like that. My good fucking boy.”
He moans louder, shaking now, and from across the room, Kris lets out a sharp whimper.
I glance over.
