Page 113 of The Beast Who Broke Me
“That’s enough,” he says.
“No it ain’t.”
“Yes it is,” he insists. “And I should know, since it’s my goddamn asshole.”
I almost laugh, but he’s really frustrated, and that just excites me more. “You want it rough?”
“Yes.”
I slide a hand into his hair and grab it. Not enough to really hurt. Enough to feel. “You want me to hold you down?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you take it?”
“God, yes.”
I’m so hard I feel like my dick’s about to rip right out of my underwear, so I pull my fingers out. “Turn over,” I tell him. “Hands and knees.” I pull off my underwear while he gets into position and then I take a second to just stare at him. Stare atthat round, perfect ass, and at his asshole, wet and pink and waiting for me.
I want him with a hunger that goes beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. A desire that blows away everything else in my life like dry leaves. All that anger I’ve been nursing, all that hate that kept me warm at night—it pales in comparison to this need.
I get on the bed behind him and I don’t bother warning him. I just line up and push right in. And the sheer, tight, clenching heat of him is so fucking good that I have to pause when I bottom out, my balls resting against him, my whole body shaking.
It’s a fight not to come right then.
“Dami,” he moans, pushing back against me. “Please.”
I grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back. “Please what?”
“Fuck me.Wreckme.”
He’s begging for it just the way I like. And I’m going to give him exactly what he wants.
I pull out slow, feeling every inch of that tight channel, and then slam back in. The force rocks him forward, but he pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust as I watch my dick disappear into that perfect, greedy little hole over and over, my blood running hot. He’s so tight it’s almost too much, the most incredible friction on my cock, that hot, wet suction, and the sounds he’s making are the dirtiest fucking things I’ve ever heard.
I wrap an arm around his chest, pulling him upright so his back is flush against my chest. His head falls back on my shoulder as I continue to fuck into him, deep and hard. One of my hands finds his throat again, just resting there. Possessive. “This whatyou wanted?” I pant out. “To get split open on my cock, fucked so hard you’ll still feel it a week from now?”
“Yes,” he whimpers, his hands coming up to cover mine on his throat, holding me there. “Yes.”
I bite the side of his neck, a hard, sucking kiss that will leave a mark. “You want to pop?”
He nods frantically.
“Then you better work for it. If you come, you come from my dick alone. Hear me?”
He lets out a breathless laugh. “Then you’d better fuck me a lot harder than this, Dami.”
I push him down again, my hand on the back of his neck as I drive into him. “Get that ass up higher,” I command, and he obeys instantly, arching his back, presenting himself to me.
His asshole is stretched taut around me, flushed, shiny with lube, and I can’t resist it. I spit, watching my saliva drip down to where my cock’s pounding into him. Then I use my thumb to work it into that stretched rim, pushing it in alongside my dick. He cries out, his whole body shuddering under me.
“Too much?” I ask, but I don’t slow down. Not for a second.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he chokes out.
It’s rough. Punishing, even. I don’t know how to be gentle and I’ve never wanted to learn. But I know how to pay attention. I know the difference between the hitch in his breathing that meansmoreand the one that meanswait. I know the angle that makes his whole body tighten, and I know when to slow down and when to drive harder.
I knowhim.
