Page 96 of Studs Up
I was a whimpering mess already and we hadn’t even started yet.
“You better be ready for me.”
Oh fuck. I had woken a beast and the thrill electrified every cell in my body.
The head of his cock pressed to my entrance, and I shuddered with anticipation.
“You will not touch your cock,” he grunted as he dragged his head in circles around my hole. I rolled my hips out, encouraging him to fuck me, but he kept playing.
“I can do what I want,” I moaned.
“I dare you.”
A full body shiver destroyed me from the inside out.
“Fuck me,” I begged. I needed it now like I had never needed it before. His jealousy was so hot.
“You want a reward for being a flirt?” he asked. Reward or punishment, it didn’t matter what he gave me, it was already intense enough for me to cum.
I writhed under him, trying to break from from his straddling body, but he was too strong.
“I think you’re going to fuck me either way.”
His rumble was dark and dangerous.
I tried to lift on all fours, but his hand pressed me back into the bed. He pushed inside. I groaned and fisted the sheets. He didn’t stop. One long stroke, balls deep into my ass.
He felt so fucking good. He hooked his legs around mine and I was submitted.
Nolan drew back and slammed into me. Smoldering, hot pleasure exploded inside me, and I begged him for more. He did it again and again until my body fully submitted, and then he laid over me and started to pound.
“Mine,” his deep, rough voice sent shocks of electricity to my toes and thrust so deep I bit back a scream. “This ass is mine. You are mine, Holden Monroe.”
My eyes rolled, and I struggled to keep my orgasm from ripping me apart.
“Got it?” He grunted. I was flying so high I almost didn’t hear him. The things he did to me fractured common sense and reality.
“Got it?”
He continued to pound into me and I lost the ability to speak. For a second I forgot how to form words.
“Say it,” he grunted and withdrew his cock all the way out. The loss of his hard cock sent me into a panic. I wanted him back, I needed him back inside me.
“I’m yours,” I moaned desperately. I clung to those words. It’s all I wanted. All of this was a physical manifestation of my dreams. To be his, to belong to no one else, to be loved and cherished.
He drove back into me and he clamped his hand over my mouth when I cried out.
We had talked about aggression, and when I fantasized about it, it was never this good.
My balls drew up tight, and the surging power of an orgasm crashed against my will. I braced it, pushing it back, but it was too hard.
“Nolan, I’m gonna cum.”
“Not yet,” he grunted. “I’m not there yet.”
I clawed at the bed and arched up. I had no control over my body. The thrusts shut down my brain, and I could only feel how deep he was.
“Nolan,” I warned. “I can’t hold it.” I reached back for him, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head and didn’t miss a beat in his pounding.
