Page 57 of Remade

I planted a hand on the wall behind him, kissed him hard, and squeezed his ass with my other hand. Meanwhile, he tried to climb me like a tree, and I was here for it. So was my cock. Maybe we could?—

The door suddenly flung open, and we froze.

Someone came out—it was Wilde. She was on the phone, speaking in a hushed voice.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone else,” she whisper-shouted. “It’s bad enough you told Uncle Em.”

My eyebrows flew up, and I met Leighton’s wild stare. Uncle Em? Were she and Emerson fucking related? Or was it like Alex calling them Uncle Em and Uncle Danny?

I cleared my throat loudly enough for her to hear me, and I slowly took a step away from Leighton. Wilde spun around, eyes wide, and immediately ended her call.

“Operator Beckett. Leighton.”

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded jerkily, full of crap. “Yessir. I mean, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just my brother—he’s an idiot.”

All right, noted.

She flushed in the faint light from the window, then promptly went back inside.

“We could’ve eavesdropped way longer,” Leighton whispered.

I chuckled and adjusted my cock. “We don’t eavesdrop on colleagues, you nut. Come on—let’s get back inside. We need more energy for the plans I have for you later.”

December 14th, 2024

“You’retorturingme,” he groaned into the pillow.

I smiled and pushed my tongue inside him again. And again and again and again. I just fucking loved feeling him squirm, all desperate and ready to do anything for a hard fuck.

“We don’t need to resort to a quickie this mornin’,” I murmured. I pulled him back some more so I could slip a hand between his legs and stroke his cock. He moaned like a slut. “That’s my baby boy. Moan for me.” I went back to tongue-fucking his sweet little ass, and he arched his back and cried out.

“You fucking beast,” he whimpered. “I swear, that’s what I’m gonna call you from now on.”

The beast and his pup? I liked that.

“How badly do you want your beast to fuck you?”

He groaned and pushed against me. “So fucking bad. Please, Bo. Please fuck me. I need your big cock. Ineedit.”

Music to my ears.

I held out for another few minutes before I caved to both our needs. Then, with a tight grip on his hips and a bit of oil on my cock, I rammed into him, causing the headboard to crash against the wall.

Leighton choked on a breath.

I groaned as the pleasure washed over me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It’d been a while since we hadn’t had to stay quiet or hurry up, so I took my time and went rough. I wanted him loud, and I wanted him desperate. Over and over, I pushed my cock in and out of him to elicit those sweet-ass pleas and cries.

Now that he was comfortable with tongue-fucking, and getting off on it, I had more fantasies I wanted to turn into reality. Like tying him to my bed and sucking him off, but he wouldn’t be allowed to come if he moved. Like fucking him in a more public space. Like denying him for a while until he was on his knees and begging for me.

“Let’s hear you choke, baby.” I eased back on my heels and yanked him with me, and I slid a hand up his throat. “Fuck yourself on me as hard as you can.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

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