“Now you’re all I can think about,” he whispered against my skin.
I shuddered at the declaration and side-eyed what he was doing behind me. Coating his fingers in oil.
“That’s mutual.” I tried to offer some comfort, or take away some of the severity of the situation, by scratching his scalp gently. “Does that have to be a bad thing?”
He breathed heavily while he slipped two fingers between my ass cheeks, and every breath hit my painfully hard cock. “No matter what you say about chemistry, this is still inappropriate. Lift your leg for me—keep it there.”
I hooked an arm under my knee and exposed myself to him.
He dropped a wet kiss to the base of my cock. “I just can’t bring myself to give a fuck anymore. You’ve filled my head with filth.”
I gnashed my teeth and bit back a loud groan as he pressed his thumb inside me and closed his mouth over my cock.
Filth was good. I wanted all the filth with him. The filthier, the better.
He hummed, like he was tasting something he’d been looking forward to, and sucked me strongly but unhurriedly.
Heat bled across my skin, making me feel feverish. All his confessions were still swimming in my head, and as each one settled, I lost a little bit of my filter. I wanted to roll around in his surrender, in his obvious attraction toward me, and scream, “Fucking finally!”
It felt so damn liberating.
“You were right about one thing.” His tone dripped with sex. “You’re tight everywhere.”
I groaned and pushed back against his thumb. I needed way more than that. “You know what’s good to stretch it out? Daddy’s big cock.”
His reaction was so swift that I didn’t register a thing until he’d climbed over me and was reaching for the oil again. “There you fucking go again,” he gritted out. “No—keep your leg up. You’ll get exactly what you asked for.”
Before I knew it, he was pressing the blunt head of his cock between my cheeks, and then he pushed inside. Pain and pleasure hit me everywhere and robbed me of the ability to breathe—fuck, it punched the breath right out of my lungs. And he wasn’t fucking around. He pulled me back so I was pressed against his chest, and he fucked me. He breathed heavily and groaned right near my ear, the sound so crude and unfiltered and sexy that I almost came.
“This what you wanted?” he asked, out of breath. “You wanted me to lose control and take you like an animal?”
“Yes!” I gasped.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
He batted away my hand and lowered my leg, despite what he’d just said, and he even pressed my legs together. A firm grasp on my hip, nails digging in, he just fucking pumped into me.
It turned me into a needy whore who couldn’t get close enough. I turned my head as much as I could and begged him to kiss me.
He kissed me brutally hard and moved his hand to grab my jaw instead. “What the fuck have you done to me.” It didn’t sound like a question, so I didn’t answer.
“Keep going,” I groaned. “Fuck me harder, Shan.”
It led to him pushing me onto my stomach, and he began fucking me into the mattress—or up the mattress. I cried out as my cock got some much-needed friction, and I lost control too. I met every thrust, both so I could feel more of him and so I could rub my cock against the sheets.
“This isn’t supposed to turn me on so goddamn much,” he panted. “Fucking hell, you take my cock perfectly, little boy.”
I whimpered. The heat spread like wildfire and burned hotter for every second.
He growled. “That sound.” Then he eased back, withdrawing his cock too fast, and yanked me back just as quickly. “Fuck yourself on my cock so I can touch you properly.”
I fucking lost myself to him. My body acted on instinct, and I rode his cock as hard as I could. He kissed my neck, sucked on my earlobe, groaned what a filthy boy I was, stroked my cock, rubbed my chest, and elicited more needy whimpers from me than I’d probably made in the last several years combined.
“C-close,” I stuttered breathlessly.
“Let me see you,” he breathed. “I want to see every shot of come soak the sheets.”
Pleasure exploded inside me, and I cried out, and it just went on. Groans, moans, pleas—they jumbled together in a continuous string. I felt the orgasm crash down around me, and each release shot up my cock with an intense force. And Shannon wasn’t far behind; he pushed me up just a few inches so he could fuck me hard and fast until he groaned and came inside me.
Through the ringing in my ears, I thought I could hear more whimpers—faint, breathless ones—and it took me a few seconds to understand they were coming from me. But it was so fucking overwhelming. I couldn’t stop shivering either.