A second later, wet fingers returned to my hole. I hitched up my leg to give him better access, but the shorts around my legs didn’t give me much room to move.
“Please. I don’t want this,” I resorted to begging. “Get off me.”
“Liar.” He caught my cock and stroked it. “So fucking hard. How long have you lain in bed, waiting for some faceless stranger to hold you down and take you?”
“Never.” The lie tore from my lips, passionate.
He chuckled. “Let’s test that theory.”
He pulled me back toward the edge of the table, my feet dangling over the edge. When I struggled to get up, a hand found my hair and clenched, holding me in place. Tingles ran from my scalp all the way to my hard cock. Being treated so roughly shouldn’t feel so good, but I was almost floating.
“Keep still. You got me all addicted to this, and now I can’t live without it.”
His bare dick pushed against my hole, and I braced myself for the sting of being fucked with no lube. I didn’t worry that he was bareback as he’d sent me his results the same evening I’d sent him mine, as if he hadn’t been able to wait either. He slammed his hips into my ass, but none of the pain I’d anticipated came. He’d lubed his cock.
Sully hissed, pulled out, and repeated the action, and then he unleashed, fucking me so hard the table rocked and the legs scraped over the floor. He tightened his grip in my hair, and the sounds coming from him were guttural at best, scary and inhumane at worst.
“Fuck almighty, baby.”
I grappled along the surface of the table to steady myself, but there was nothing to grip. My fingernails skated over the smooth polished wood. I slipped and slid on my stomach, but he never let me get too far from him. He fucked me halfway up the table, then dragged me back to the edge.
Sully released my hair, flipped me over, caught my hips, and lifted me from the table. I wrapped my arms and legs around his waist.
“Sully,” I moaned, then slammed my lips against his sifting my fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands.
“Hang on, baby.”
He walked with me over to the wall and flicked on the ceiling light. I squinted my eyes, opening them way too fast in my hunger to get a glimpse of him. His temple sported a fresh cut. Oh god, he’d been hurt while he was away.
“Did you miss me?” He carried me to the long couch and laid me on the arm. He pushed my legs wide apart and drove deep inside me. I cried out, throwing my head back against the couch. “Did you miss this?”
“Yes, yes!” I sobbed.
“Me too, baby.” He stared into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze burning through me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you like this again.” He dropped his eyes to where he was pounding into me. “Oh, fuck. Love seeing you taking in my cock.”
“Love the way you make my hole yours.”
“Fucking mine,” he growled and fastened his lips on mine. I tightened my hold on him, desire snowballing inside me. I should stroke myself, but I couldn’t move my arms from around him.I never wanted to let him go.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Sully grasped my cock. “Yes! Don’t stop. Make me come, Sully. Fucking make me come now!”
I screamed as I erupted like a volcano. My insides felt scattered, my brain scrambled, and my lungs were incapable of hosting all the air needed to breathe properly.
“Goddamn you, Kit,” he grunted, chasing his own release. “You drive me crazy.”
Warmth spread through my body. I tightened my muscles around his cock, and he groaned, head thrown back as he pumped his release into me. Panting hard, he leaned forward and placed his forehead on mine, then kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
“You can keep the bracelet,” he said against my lips. “Worth every penny.”
I laughed—as if I’d ever thought about not keeping that bracelet—and pulled away from him. The movement sent me flying from the arm of the couch, and I sprawled in an untidy heap onto the seat with my legs in the air. Oops. I spread them for him in invitation.
“I’m going to need an hour or two to recuperate, babe.” He rubbed his thumb over my hole, wet from his cum. “Why do I love seeing you like this so much?”
“Because you’re a dirty, dirty old man.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m just thirty-eight.”
“Oh no, somebody get the diapers!”