Page 43 of Getting It Twisted
“Fucking. Finally.” He lets out a groan of immense relief, and his expression is one of such utter bliss that it takes my breath away.
“You’ve waited for this?” I’m panting as I speak, strained with the mind-boggling tightness squeezing my cock. “This is what you wanted?”
“Oh fuck . . . Yeah, I’ve waited. Wanted this for so long.” He rocks his hips. “Come on. Wanna feel you fuck me open.”
I smack his ass cheek. “Stop clenching. Are you trying to make me come already?”
He smirks at me, but it’s distracted and fleeting—a far cry from his usual self-assured ways.
I grip his slender hips and dig my thumbs into his flesh. “You’re not just a slut, are you? You’re a brat too.”
“I’ll be whatever. As long as you—oh—”
I thrust into him hard and deep. His back clings to my sweaty chest as I find us a rhythm, and the sound of our fucking fills the room. Every time I grab onto him just a tiny bit harder, grind into him a little more ruthlessly, he gets louder—all high-pitched moans and sobs, crying out his pleasure.
“Oh god, just like that,” he whines as I piston my hips into his trembling body. “Slap me again. Harder.”
I strike his ass cheek with a force that reddens the skin. The sound whips through the air, and he moans, burying his face in the pillow.
“Again.”
I bring my palm down on him, shuddering with how he clenches around me with every strike, helpless to do anything but keep fucking him, keep hurting him. I planned to take things slow and enjoy this, but Nathan has a way of making it hard to think, especially when I’m buried balls-deep in his tight hole.
“Oh fuck yeah. Wreck my ass. Ruin me.”
The next slap, I keep my hand on him and dig my fingers into his hot, quivering flesh. I rake him harshly with my nails, as if I’m trying to leave a mark for all the men who have had him before and the ones who might have him in the future. He should remember this, should remember us . . .
“Oh god . . . That feels so fucking good, don’t stop.”
I don’twantto stop, but the pressure building in my groin will demand release sooner or later. I lift him onto his knees and keep him upright, pounding into him so hard the bed shakes as I rake my nails down his sides. He cries out and goes slack, upper body collapsing onto the bed. I keep pounding into him, mere seconds from bursting.
He gazes back at me. “Pull out and come on my hole.”
Holy fuck. I pull out and rip the condom off, and a couple of frantic strokes of my hand later, I’m coming. Pleasure shoots through me, zinging up my spine and pulsing through my balls as I shoot enough for several loads. It goes everywhere, painting Nathan’s ass and the small of his back, trickling between his buttocks, and coating his hole like he begged for. I want to smear my cum over his cheeks—want to cover him all over and have him walk around drenched in my scent.
My nostrils flare at the sudden possessive urge I’m not entitled to in the least. He’s not mine. Perhaps he’ll never be mine.
I rest a hand between his shoulder blades as I catch my breath.
“Did you come?” For some reason, I feel I need to make sure.
He turns around and gives me a slow, salacious grin. “What else could I do when you started ripping into me like the Big Bad Wolf?”
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. I fucking loved it.”
“We should put ointment on it or something.”
“Nah. I wanna feel it.”
I’ll at least clean him up and inspect the damage. Still naked, I hobble into the bathroom and wet a towel with lukewarm water. When I come back, Nathan is on his stomach again. His buttocks are bright red from the spanking and streaked with pink from my nails. Shit, I’ve even drawn blood. Tiny beads of red trickle from his milky skin.
“Sorry,” I mutter again as I swipe the towel over his red, abused ass and between his buttocks. He sighs into the pillow and pushes his ass out to give me easier access.
I’ll never get tired of the look of that pretty, hairless hole . . . Especially not when it’s covered in my cum. I lean forward and kiss one of his ass cheeks, and he makes a surprised, whimpering noise. I wipe off the remnants of my cum and the lube, set the towel aside, and breathe a puff of air over his hole.
“You’re this red just from one session, huh?” I inspect it with my thumb, pressing against the soft, hot slickness. “I thought you were used to this.”