Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“You fucking love this, don’t you? You’re such a slut for me.”
“I am. I’m yours. It feels so fucking good.”
“It’s supposed to hurt.”
“Yes. That too. God, it’s so good.”
He kept going, using a hand on my lower back to pin me down. “Open your legs wider.”
I did as he said. When he slapped my taint, I cried out.
“You can fucking take it.”
“Yes, baby. Give me more.”
I hissed when he smacked me there again. It fucking hurt, but not enough to make my cock soften. “Harder.”
“Fucking brat.” He slapped me harder, and an embarrassing whimper slipped out. “Yes,” Carter growled. “I want to hear you cry.”
“I’ll cry for your cock.”
“You need it that bad?”
“Yes. God yes.”
He gripped my stinging ass cheeks, pulled them apart, then ran his thumbs along my crack, pressing against my hole. “I suppose you’ve been a good enough boy to get lube.”
Part of me almost wanted him to fuck me without it. I deserved the pain, but I also wanted to enjoy the sensation of him inside me.
I was sure he was teasing me anyway. It was all part of the game. He hadn’t known the real me when he first brought me to the cabin. He’d truly thought I deserved the worst, that I had betrayed him and shot him so I could join our enemies. I was still surprised he didn’t kill me when he could have. How was love that fucking powerful? How did something inside him know we were made for each other?
I heard the sound of Carter undoing his pants, then opening a packet of lube. When lube ran down my crack, I gasped in reaction, but Carter just laughed. He pushed a finger into me, smearing slick inside me. I arched my back more deeply, moving my hips as I tried to fuck myself on his finger.
“Your ass is so fucking greedy. You just want to be filled up, don’t you?”
“I want your cock, Carter. I’m only greedy like this for you. You’re the only man who can make me open myself up and give you everything.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you talk like that.”
I snorted. “I’m beautiful all the time.”
He smacked my ass again, and I whined. Damn, he’d made me sore. I wasn’t going to want to sit down for days. I panted when he squeezed my ass, letting his fingers sink into the sore flesh. “You didn’t think I was going to be gentle, did you?”
“Never. I never need gentle from you.”
“That’s good because you’re never going to get it.”
I hoped he meant that. I didn’t want us to settle into some boring existence where we fucked sweetly and never tormented each other or chased each other down in the woods, one of us dragging the other to the ground, biting and snarling. I needed that, and Carter did too. We each needed a challenge, but we also needed love and comfort.
I sucked in my breath as Carter pressed the head of his cock against my hole. “Open up for me, sweetie. You’re going to take it all.”
“Yes!” I cried out as he drove into me. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t slow. He slammed all the way into me as I cried out, my fingers scrabbling against the smooth metal of the hood. He seized my hips and drove himself into me again and again, thrusting hard and deep. Every time his body hit my sore ass, I whimpered, not even trying to hold in those desperate sounds.
28
CARTER
Iwas going to lose my mind from the sounds Matteo was making, the way he was begging for more, the way he pushed back against me no matter how hard I took him. His ass had to ache and sting. I could feel the fucking heat coming off his skin every time my body pressed against his. And I was so fucking hard I worried I might pass out.
Matteo had known exactly what I needed. This felt so fucking right. I needed to drive into him, to use him, but I also needed to know he would hold me afterward. How was I so lucky to have found a man this good, this caring, a man who would let me fuck him like an animal, then hold me, comfort me, let me cry?
I didn’t want to finish this here against the car with the hard metal digging into him. I wanted him in my bed, because once we were done, I had no intention of moving.
I pulled out of him and braced myself on the car by his hips.
He looked over his shoulder at me. “What the fuck are you doing? You’d better not be stopping.”
“Get inside, I want you in bed.”
“Do you think I can walk like this?”
“Do you think I’m going to fucking carry you?”
He grinned. “I’ve carried you enough times.”