Hostile(39)

“Gladly.”

My eyes are glued to him, unable to look away because this is happening.

And I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.





TWENTY-SIX





Holy shit, this is happening. I’m pretty sure my heart is going to pound out of my chest. And as nerve-wracking as it is to have Rhett watch me play with myself, it’s also a huge turn-on. My cock is leaking precum, and I’m dying to feel him inside me.

I use my wet fingers—thanks to Rhett’s deliciously filthy display—to tease my rim, all while his eyes stay locked between my legs. I spread my legs more, bending them at the knee and planting my feet flat on the bed. “Oh god, Rhett. I can’t wait. I’m dying to have that big cock stretch me out.”

His response is a feral growl. “Then get yourself ready for me.”

I slide a finger inside to the knuckle, enjoying the burning feeling, knowing this is only the beginning. “Feels so good.” His hand slides to my cock, playing with the precum at the tip and sliding it over my slit.”

My hips buck up as I add another finger, slowly trying to stretch myself. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

I nod, reaching for the lube with my free hand and popping the cap. “Never doubt me.”

He starts to stroke me now, using my precum as lube, and I try not to come before he even makes it inside me. “Oh, I don’t. Lube up for me. Get yourself nice and slick because I don’t want to go easy. I want to feel your tight heat around me and hear you scream for more.”

Jesus. Fuck. For someone who didn’t think he was sexual before, he sure has the dirty talk down. I quickly lube up my fingers before sliding them back inside, scissoring them and getting as close to ready as I can. He slows down his strokes, going back to teasing the tip. “Please, Rhett. I’m ready.”

He shakes his head at me stubbornly. “Nope. One more finger.” He cups his bulge with his other hand. “My cock is bigger.”

He is really thick. It’s going to hurt so damn good. I nod my head and insert another finger, groaning at the intrusion but finding that spot deep inside that makes my cock drip even more. My hips thrust upward with the need to come.

“I’m ready.” My voice is hoarse, and I’m desperate as I move my fingers, coming way too close to losing my load, and withdraw them. “Now.”

He nods, releasing my dick and standing up to remove his briefs. I watch that mouthwatering cock that’ll soon be inside me as he grabs the condom, opens the wrapper, and slides it over himself. His eyes meet mine, and I see the flash of vulnerability in them as he looks over at me. “How do you want to do this?”

I spread my legs further. “Like this.”

His eyes move down, down, down, the length of my body, and he gulps before he nods and joins me on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. “You’re sure?”

I grab his bare ass, loving the way his muscles flex in my grasp. “Yes. Now fuck me.”

He places his sheathed cock at my entrance, teasing me but not going inside. He stays frozen there.

“Rhett. Now.” I sound needy as fuck, but I don’t care.

He presses inside, and we both gasp. His fat head barely breaches my hole, and I release a whimper as I adjust. But I won’t let him pull back, still having a hold on his ass.

“More.”

He grimaces, and I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or pain as he moves in another inch. “Fuck. You’re tight. I thought you prepared yourself.”

“I did. You’re just huge.” I pull him closer, pushing him further into me. “I won’t break.”

“You might.” He slides in another inch, and we both groan.

“More.” I relish the burn, every inch stretching me wider to accommodate him.

He thrusts, but it’s shallow, and I’m becoming impatient as I thrust forward too, pulling him further into me until he finally bottoms out, fully seated. “Jesus. Fuck.” He leans forward and kisses me hard, bruising my lips as we both take a moment to feel every inch of him inside me.

“You good?”

My hands are resting on his ass now, not pushing or pulling as I breathe in and out, trying to adjust to the ache. I nod slowly. “Yeah.”

He pulls back until his cock is nearly out, and then he moves inside me in a beautifully, tortuously slow motion where I feel every inch of his stroke. He’s not pounding into me like he promised. No, he takes his time, moving in and out, slowly driving me crazy until I’m begging for more.

I pull him into a heated kiss as we move together, and when he pegs my prostate, I cry out with a strangled yell, “Yes. There.”

He takes the direction and shifts, so he hits me at just the right angle again. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re strangling my dick.”

“I’m close,” my voice cracks as I gasp against his mouth. “I need . . .” What do I need? I feel desperate. So damn close to the edge, but it’s elusive, not quite in my grasp.

But when he sits back, thrusting inside me harder, so hard I know I’ll feel it for days like I wanted, and wraps his hand around my cock, I let loose. Cum jets from my dick and over my abs as I shout, and he joins me, his thick cock jerking inside me and his whole body going tense.