Page 29 of Hot Receiver

I can barely think at this point, and my grip on him keeps loosening because my own lust overtakes every one of my limbs.

Zak grabs a handful of my hair and presses his lips against mine again. He leans into me, our cocks rubbing together, slick with precum.

Please, fuck me, make me forget…just for a little while…

Desperation makes every cell and nerve fire. I crave his hands, his lips, his dick, his power.

I need him to dominate me, to claim me, and to punish me for what I did.

I want to feel pain. I want to save him. I want to save my family.

I’ll take whatever anyone gives to keep them all safe.

My body quakes, my balls so tight the agony makes me wince.

My father let down my family.

I let down Zak.

I can’t be the person he was…is.

And I can’t risk my future because if shit goes sideways, or worse, falls apart, I’m finished.

I already have that threat hanging over my head, but I have that under control.

But this? It would make my entire world implode.

Perception will become reality. I would be targeted. The story would come out. People will see me as a liar, a fraud, and a cheater.

My career will be finished, my family will plummet into a downward spiral.

Nobody will be saved.

I pant against Zak’s demanding lips, biting down on his lower lip before plunging my tongue into his hot and hungry mouth.

So, how the fuck are we still here right now?

Angry tears sting my eyes behind my lids.

I could lose everything in a hot second if someone decided to take this exit and walk down these stairs.

But right now, I don’t care. All I care about is feeling Zak bury himself deep in my ass. It was the only connection I ever had with another person that felt real and honest.

“Please…” I grunt as his lips suck over the pulse point in my neck. “One last time, Zak.”

He flips me around so suddenly that I grunt with surprise when my face plants against the wall. With one hand, he still works my throbbing cock.

His lips tug on my lobe. “You live your life of lies. Be miserable because you can’t be the man you want to be. You havemoney, fame, and nothing that you really want. Anna isn’t who you dream about fucking. You don’t give a damn about that pussy. Doesn’t matter how hot she is. You tolerate it, but it doesn’t make your blood burn.”

My rib cage shakes from the force of my heartbeat. He lines himself up at my hole. No lube. No prep.

He’s gonna fuck me raw.

And I can’t wait.

With a low roar, he drives into my ass. I cry out, forgetting where we are. Zak slaps a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. “Bite my fingers so I know how much it hurts. The harder you bite, the harder I’m going to fuck you.”

I clamp down on his fingers. I want to taste his blood. He thrusts deep, hard, and fast, not even giving me a chance to adjust to him. I moan against his palm, the burning pain tearing through me with no other focus since he stopped jerking my dick.

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