Page 33 of Cocky Bastard

“No, you?”

“No.” He tilted his head up to look at me, a small smile curving the corner of his mouth. “Feels like I’ve been waiting for this.”

“I know what you mean.” I hummed softly as he leant up and kissed me, crawling up my body so he blanketed me, his arms on either side of my head. We were both naked, having stripped off any underwear last night before rutting against each other until our cum pooled together on our skin. We’d cleaned up but not bothered to get dressed.

Austin’s cock brushed against mine and I groaned softly as I kissed him again. “Feels like it’s taken us a long time to get here,” I said, whispering the words against his lips.

“Maybe,” he said as he smiled down at me. “But I don’t think either of us was ready for it before now.”

“What changed?”

“I don’t know.” He kissed me again and nipped my lip teasingly. “You’re still the same bratty, demanding bottom you’ve always been, kitten.”

“And you’re still the same smirking, cocky bastard,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and slowly pressing my hips up so I could grind my slowly hardening cock against his. “I think I’m just more willing to put up with you.”

Austin snorted and smirked, rolling his hips and deliberately thrusting against me in a way that made me keen and whine. “Maybe it’s me that’s more willing to put up with you.”

I tried to laugh but it came out as a breathless moan. “Maybe… fuck, maybe we’re just more willing to put up with each other? It’s not like… mmm, ugh, it’s not like anyone else wants me.”

“I do,” Austin said, leaning down to scrape his teeth along my neck. “I want you, Kanan. Everyone else is a fucking fool if they can’t see what I can.”

I groaned and arched up into him, melting at the way he said my name. Nobody ever used my real name these days, not even my own family, and the way Austin said it soothed some deep-seated need inside me.

It was like Ibelongedto him.

I’d never have thought I’d want that—to be owned by someone—but with Austin it felt so different. I wanted to be his and for him to stake his claim on me, body and soul. I wanted to give him everything.

“Austin,” I said, moaning out his name. “Please!”

“What do you need, darling? Tell me so I can take care of you.”

“I… F-Fuck, I need you. Please, Austin. I want you to fill me up. Fucking claim me.”

Austin growled and sucked a possessive mark onto my neck. “Mmm, such a filthy boy, aren’t you? Need to be stuffed full and loaded with cum.” He rolled his hips harder, grinding his cock along mine and making me cry out. I needed him so badly it hurt.

Austin sucked another mark onto my neck and muttered something about getting the lube. He rolled off me and grabbed the bottle from the bedside table, returning to his place between my thighs before I’d even started to miss him.

I moaned as he pressed two slick fingers to my pucker, circling my waiting hole and tapping the sensitive skin. It burned as he slowly pushed them inside, stretching me around his thick fingers, but despite the pain it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop.

He worked me open quickly and smoothly, whispering words of praise into my ear and pressing little kisses to my neck as hedid, making me feel so spoiled and adored. It was something I’d never experienced with anyone else, and I couldn’t believe it had taken me as long as it had to realise what I had with Austin was special… real… tangible in some way.

I couldn’t really explain it.

Then again, I was so far lost in bliss I didn’t think I’d be able to remember my own birthday, let alone explain the inner workings of my heart.

“Are you ready for me, darling?” Austin asked as he slowly pulled his fingers out. The thick head of his cock bumped against my ass as he adjusted his position, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Please, Austin,” I said, groaning softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging his mouth back down so I could kiss him. “I need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He claimed my mouth with a deep kiss as his cock pushed past my rim, stretching and filling me up with every thick, perfect inch. A deep groan rumbled through his chest and into me, drawing a moan from my throat as he began to roll his hips. Despite our earlier urgency, his thrusts were deep and slow, peppered with kisses and muttered words that told me how perfect I was.

This was more than good sex. It was passion, intimacy, and connection. It was sensual and decadent and made my toes curl as Austin’s cock ground over my prostate with every move. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, my ankles pulling him closer, deeper, as my hungry mouth sought out kiss after kiss.

My desire for him burned white hot and unquenchable.

If this was love, then it was probably going to destroy me. But every second would be worth it because life without Austin would simply not be worth living.

I’d give up everything for him.

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