The Invitation

He fumbled for my fly, swearing against my lips before he finally lowered the zipper.

I craved him like an addict longing for their next hit, knowing he was the only thing that could bring this twisted form of bliss.

He shoved my pants down, and didn’t even go for my dick, instead he spun me around and forced me over the foyer table.

The motion sent the flower vase crashing to the floor. “I’m going to shove my cock in this tight hole of yours.” His finger circled my asshole, and I tensed in anticipation.

I never thought I would want to be fucked in the ass, but as his thighs pressed to the back of mine, and his hard dick rubbed against my crack through his pants, I wanted him to possess me in the most primal ways. My dick ached with the promise of having him inside me. “Yes.”

He spat, and warm moisture landed on my ass before he pressed a finger into me.

A heavy groan fell from my lips at his intrusion. It felt foreign, yet so right, so good.

“If you beg me to stop, I won’t.” He went deeper, twisting his fingers in my asshole.

My palm slammed over the table. “Fuck, Tobias.” I expected no mercy from him, and I wanted none.

He shifted behind me, unfastening his slacks. My body tensed when his warm cock slipped between my crack, stroking back and forth. “I’m going to ruin you,” he said, fisting my hair and yanking until my back bowed. He spit again, massaging saliva over my hole. “This ass is mine.”

The head of his dick nudged my entrance, and when I tensed, he pulled harder on my hair. “Are you going to take it all in like a man?”

I pressed back against him, and he slammed inside me. I gripped the sides of the table as a stinging pain ripped through me.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling out before pushing right back in. “Your ass feels so good.”

Pain mixed with a sense of satisfaction that I was taking him, pleasing him. I wanted Tobias Benton to fall apart, to be as addicted to me as I was to him. And I would make sure he was.

“Tell me how it feels, Preston.” He pounded into me without mercy, to the point I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t tell him how good it felt, how utterly possessed I was.

“That’s right, sweet Preston…” A loud clap echoed around the room when Tobias smacked my ass cheek. “Milk my cock with your ass.”

He was so filthy. I rocked back against him, craving the sensation of him filling me while reveling in the desperate ache that gripped my cock.

My balls tightened to the point of pain.

I wanted to grab my dick and stroke over it like a madman, but before I could, Tobias wrapped a hand around my throat.

He dragged me to my feet, placing my back against his front as he continued to fuck me without mercy. “You’re mine now.” He squeezed my throat until I couldn’t pull in a decent breath. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said in a ragged breath, my mind lost in a haze of lust and testosterone. “Yours.”

His pace quickened. “Come with me, Preston.”

It was a sensory overload that had liquid fire ripping through my veins. It was frantic and raw and savage.

“Fuck.” Tobias’s teeth sank into my shoulder on a groan as he buried himself hard in my ass.

On his next deep thrust, pleasure ripped down my spine. Heat tore through me as my ass clamped down on his cock.

I groaned his name as my dick erupted without even being touched, shooting a sticky film all over the table in front of me.

Tobias coaxed spurt after spurt of endless come from my cock as he held himself inside me, grunting and swearing in my ear. Then we both collapsed forward over the table.

My legs were too weak for me to give a shit that I was lying in the mess of my own come.

After a few heavy breaths, Tobias kissed the back of my neck and pulled out.

His come trickled between my ass cheeks, his filthy promises ringing in my ears. “Welcome home, Preston.”

12

Tobias

ONE WEEK LATER

Morning light danced over Preston’s toned ass as he clenched around my cock.

I delighted at the way he fisted the bedsheets as he backed up to meet each of my hard thrusts. But what I delighted in even more was when we came together in a chorus of deep groans.

It had been a week of fucking him, owning him, sharing my deepest, darkest fantasies with him. And while I thoroughly enjoyed this, what I knew I would enjoy even more was the intimacy we would find within the dark dances we would soon enough orchestrate.

I pressed a kiss to the back of Preston’s neck before I withdrew from his ass and collapsed onto the soft bed beside him, swiping my fingers through the puddle of cooling come he left on the sheets.