STRIPPED (The Slate Brothers 3)

“Wrap your legs around me, Anna,” he says, and I obey, lifting my hips up and locking my legs around Tyson’s waist. The change gives him greater access, and I yelp as he explores a new area of my pussy. “I want to fuck you so hard. I want to pound you,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Do it,” I plead.

“Not yet. Not yet,” he says, fighting the need. “But I will. I’m going to train you to take me hard and fast. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I gasp at his words. “Please. I want it.”

“I know you do,” he says, and then lifts up, gripping under my torso as he does so. I’m sitting on his cock again, but now he’s sitting up too, and we’re face to face as he enters me, my legs still wrapped around him, my vision blurry from so many sensations. “I’m going to come in you, but we aren’t done, understand? I’m going to come in your pussy, but then I’m going to bend you over and take you from behind. But I’ve got to come in you, Anna.”

I nod frantically, and squeeze him tightly with my legs. He moans, reaches down and feels the place where his cock is entering me. His fingers are immediately wet from the touch, and when he presses his pointer finger against my ass, the lubrication allows him to slide it in. I cry out in surprise and pleasure— I can’t believe I like this. I can’t believe I want his hands there, his mouth there, his cock there— his cock everywhere.

Tyson suddenly groans loud and long, and a beat after he begins I feel his cock pulse in me as he comes hard and deep. I find myself wishing there wasn’t a condom between us— that he was filling me with his come the same way he’s filling me with his cock. He presses his finger deeper into my ass, and I lean forward to let him go deeper, which makes his cock throb yet harder as he comes in me. He slows his thrusting, then opens his eyes and looks into mine.

“Perfect,” he says. “Absolutely perfect.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore, though. Am I still perfect?” I ask, only half in jest.

He kisses me deep and long. “Absolutely,” he says, the words pressed into my mouth. He lifts me off of his cock and eases me onto the blanket, then tugs the condom off. I give him a pleading look, and without words, he knows what I’m asking for; I roll toward him and he guides his cock to my mouth, wet with come that I lick off without hesitation. I never thought I’d do any of this, never thought I’d want any of this, but with Tyson I’m so confident, so sure of everything. He strokes my head as I suck him gently, waiting for the moment we’ve both recuperated enough to go on. He tastes like sex and sweat and him in a way that makes me wish I could take him wholly into my mouth, and the desire for more abates the delicate soreness I can already feel in my pussy.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asks. I nod with his cock still in my mouth, enjoying the way it feels against my tongue when I do so. “On your hands and knees.”

I scramble to obey, glancing over my shoulder as I hear him rustling for a new condom. He then takes hold of my ass cheeks and spreads them lightly, looking at me in a way that, were it anyone else, would be humiliating— but I want Tyson to see me. I want him to see me from every angle he wants. He fingers my ass again for a moment, then reaches down and rubs my clit as he lines his cock up with my pussy.

“Tell me what you want, Anna,” he says, pressed against my entrance.

I smile, panting in anticipation. “I want you to fuck me, Tyson.”

“Why?”

I glance over his shoulder and meet his eye, words I never dreamed I’d say leaving my lips. “Because I’m yours. I’m all yours to fuck.” I pause, bite my lip, then say what I’m really thinking, what I can’t believe I’m really thinking. “You’re in control, because I’m your fuck toy.”

“That’s right you are,” he says with a groan, and swats me on the ass with his hand before sinking his cock into my pussy.

Chapter 14

The fact that I described myself as Tyson’s fuck toy feels wild and strange after we’ve finished, and yet no less true— I’m his, and I love the feeling that he’s in charge of my body, in charge of positions, in charge of me. I’ve never given up control like this before, I’ve never considered myself someone else’s property before, but I love it. I love the feeling of Tyson possessing me. I love the idea of being used for his pleasure— especially since he’s so good at pleasuring me as well. I trust him completely, and the more I give in, the better it all feels, the harder I orgasm, the more I want.