Chapter Eighty: Greedy Brat
Reaching forward, I grabbed Ryan’s hand. Pulling him into the shower with me. I pressed my lips against his, running my hands over his chest like I had wanted to do when I was cuffed down earlier.
His scent filled up the space. I could still taste Tillie on his lips. His lips were hot against mine, his hands moved to mine and he pulled them away from his body. I let out a groan, I hadn’t been done touching him yet.
“I’m going to show you your place.” He growled, threading our fingers together as he walked me back wards. My back hit the cool tile of the shower wall hard.
“You going to be all rough with me?”
“If that’s what you want, me to fuck you rough?” He asked, kissing his way down my throat. Sharp teeth nipped at my skin before he soothed it with his tongue and lips.
“Daddy, I want you any way that I can get you.” | said, leaning my head back against the wall. His mouth, fuck… This fucker could kiss. It was toe curling-ly good. I wanted to feel his lips on the rest of my body. I wanted to feel his mouth wrapped around my cock, taking me in as I had done to him earlier.
“I should wear your ass out.” He growled roughly in my ear. Pinning my hands to the wall above my head. “That kiss… Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you when you spit my come back into my mouth?”
“Will you fuck me after spanking me?” I asked, half hoping he would.
“Travis.” He growled, sinking his teeth deeper into my skin. It wasn’t enough to do more than leave love bites on my skin. But fuck if I didn’t want more. He could have claimed me now, as long as he fucked me af terwards, I didn’t care. “You’re such a brat.”
His cock brushed against mine and my knees felt like they were going to give out. So good.
“Mmm, Daddy.” I whimpered, I fucking whimpered. I had never whimpered to be fucked like this before.
ever
“It’s what you want, isn’t it? To have my cock deep inside of your ass, making you take all of me. Forc ing you to submit.” His hips moved against mine, grinding our dicks together.
“I want it. I want you to make me.” | growled and his lips pressed against mine. His fingers tightened as he stretched my body against his.
He leaned back, looking at me like he was all beast. His curly hair was flat against his body from the water. “Make you what? Use that dirty mouth and tell me.”
“Fuck me. Claim me, use me. Make me come so hard that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to feel that good again.” I begged, my hips moving faster.
He nipped at my bottom lip with a growl. Loosening his fingers from mine, he took a step away from me and I worried that I had asked for too much from him.
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