Page 16 of Naughty November
“I’m running the show, not you.”
He whimpered, and I forgave him in an instant. I could tell he was fucking desperate and that made me happy.
I slapped the inside of one quivering thigh.
“Spread ‘em. Wide.”
He did, and I wasted no time dripping more lube into his crack and spreading it around that hole that was stretched and ready for me. He’d waxed or something because everything was smooth but for the wrinkled skin there. I didn’t mind a bit of hair, but this was nice, too.
“Oh fuck yes,” I said as I pushed a finger in to the knuckle, then pulled it out and replaced it with two.
His reaction was immediate. He moaned and pushed back against my hand, whimpering like a crazed animal.
“So soft. So pretty. Such a good boy,” I murmured.
I took my fingers out and lubed up my sheathed cock, running out of patience as I nudged the tip against him.
“Open up for me, pup. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
He yipped again, and I laughed as I shoved the first few inches of my cock into him, gripping his hips and pushing in further. He was already stretched, and I was desperate. More so than usual.
“Oh my God. Atticus. Fuck.”
I hoped that my use of his human name didn’t mess with his headspace, but it was such a beautiful name and I wanted to connect with him as well as his pup persona.
I bottomed out to the sound of his long groan.
“Oh my fucking God. How are you so tight after wearing that plug? It’s magic in here.”
So I got poetic when I fucked a tight ass. Sue me.
God, I needed to come. It had all been so much fun and I’d been hard before we’d even got here. Now I just wanted to fuck this man and get my own reward. Then maybe I’d let him have his.
I started thrusting, holding his ass in a punishing, painful grip that must be painful grip, my thumbs spreading him as I moved in and out, so I could see it all.
“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes,” I panted. There were times to fuck a submissive silently and with dispassion, and to pretend you weren’t affected at all. But this wasn’t one of them.
I was feeling so much and I needed to let it out.
“I’m close,” I said. “I’m close to coming inside you. Fuck, you feel so good around me.”
I fucked him harder, listening to his cries and watching him try to stay still. Then he made a choked sound that I recognized from years and years of fucking men, and I knew he hadn’t been able to hold back.
I glanced underneath him and saw jizz spurting and landing on the mattress, like milk from a cow’s pulled teat.
“Fuuuuck,” I cursed, not even upset, only delighted that he could come hands free. I’d punish him for it, of course, but shit. I hadn’t known too many men who could orgasm without a direct touch. I’d never been able to.
“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy,” I groaned, and then gasped as I came hard, crouching over him and giving shallow, sharp thrusts as the pleasure rode me. “So fucking naughty, you gorgeous creature,” I said through clenched teeth.
He made lovely whimpers in the moments after. We took gasping breaths together as we tried to recover. I gave him long, slow strokes of my still-hard cock, because I couldn’t let him go just yet.
“You beautiful, disobedient, cheeky boy,” I murmured, kissing hisshoulder and nuzzling his neck below the edge of the pup hood. “So hot. So fucking hot, watching you come like that.”
I reached beneath him and played with his cock, deliberately teasing the sensitive skin and making him yelp with frustration.
“Oh, you have no idea what I’m going to do now, you naughty thing,” I muttered, letting go of him and giving another couple of deep thrusts. “We still have…” I glanced at the clock.
“Well, fuck it.”