Page 73 of Naughty November

Hard. Deep. Trusting him to take what I gave him and giving him fucking everything, every single bit of me.

“Oh fuck, princess,” I groaned. “Holden.”

His body writhed beneath me, the sounds of his soft little moans, breathy whimpers, and my balls slapping against his ass filling the room with an erotic symphony that had us both racing toward the edge.

I could feel his body tightening, could see the tremors starting, and knew he was getting close, too.

“That’s right, baby,” I said, snaking one hand under him to grip his caged cock. Fuck, that was hot. “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you? Come just from me fucking you. Come because you’re mine now, aren’t you, princess? Because you’re mine, and I want you to. Say it, baby. Say it for me.”

“I’m yours,” he choked out. “Yours, Fletch. Just... please.”

I thought he was begging me to come, but he surprised me.

“Please say you really mean it.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I said, my chest aching with how good hearing those words from him felt. “Yes, baby.” My balls started to pull up tight. “Fucking yes, I mean it.” I bunched up the shirt on his back in my fist and tugged him upright, plastering him against my chest as I drove into his ass again. “You’re mine now. My princess. My cute little button. My Holden.Mine.”

He cried out, his hips stuttering, then he went boneless, the sweetest, neediest sound leaving his lips as his balls pulsed against my fingers, his ass tightening around my shaft as his cum leaked out from between the cage’s bars, coating my palm with the release I’d promised him.

Promised, and delivered.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, burying my cock deep in his ass and holding it there as my own release ripped through me, leaving me panting and shaking as hard as he was as I buried my face in the sweet crook of his neck and filled the condom.

He melted back against me, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as I kissed his neck. Licked the salty sweat from his skin. Then finally—fuck, why hadn’t I done this sooner?—finallywrapped my hand around his throat, tilted his head back toward me, and took his mouth, tasting the sweet flavor of his utter submission for the first time.

But not the last.

After I cleaned us both up, finally found the right tools to remove his cage, and fell for him all over again when he shyly asked me if I’d get him another and keep the key, I made sure of that. I definitely wasn’t done with Holden Sinclair.

And if I got my way—which I always did—I never would be.