Page 43 of Burn It Down

“Too close. Fuck me. I need you.”

He starts to tug on my arms to pull me up to him. Needy and desperate. Just how I feel.

I pull my fingers from him but look up, unmoving.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I don’t want to hurt him.

“No more waiting, Mitchell.”

Fuck, him using my last name like we’re in high school is far too much for my lust-addled brain. I shiver and then climb up his body to claim his mouth.

Because whether he knows it or not yet, every single part of mine is most certainly his to claim.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I told myself to take it slow. To take it easy. Maybe talk for a while. Chat about the last two days since we were together in my house.

Maybe we’d kiss goodnight before he leaves.

I wasn’t sure. Thought we could just play it by ear.

But here I am... completely naked under him, kissing him hard as his naked body lies on top of mine, his hard, covered cock sliding against my bare, leaking cock.

I just came, but I’m already quickly approaching another orgasm.

I need him inside me more than I need my next breath. I’ve been with plenty of guys, but it’s never been like this.

I don’t know what to do with that fact, but I also can’t think clearly as I hold my legs open with both of my hands and silently beg him to finally get inside me.Put that beautiful cock deep inside me already.

He chuckles, and it startles me enough to pull back from the kiss to look at him. “What?”

“So impatient.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

He laughs and steals my mouth again, his tongue making me stupid as it swirls around mine. He doesn’t answer my question, but I couldn’t give a fuck when I feel the head of his cock at my hole.

“Yes, please.” I release one of my legs, but keep it spread open as I trail my fingers down his back and to his ass. I grip his right cheek and try to pull him into me.

“Don’t want to hurt you.” His nose brushes against mine.

“You won’t. I promise. I might die if you don’t get inside me though, so you should feel bad about that, if anything.”

He laughs again, his mouth brushing over mine. “So fucking dramatic.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, pulling him against me again, and he finally starts to push inside. It burns—of course it does—it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone inside me, and his cock is definitely an above-average size. I relish the burn, letting my head tip back and my eyes close as I take in every inch of him.

He finally slides home, his balls resting against my ass, but he doesn’t move once he does.

“Kade. I swear to fuck.” I open my eyes and look at him but quickly notice his entire body is rigid—all his muscles are pulled tight as he struggles to stay in control.

“Don’t move.” he gasps, and I remain still. “Fuck, you’re tight. So hot and tight,” he says, like he can’t believe it. And then he kisses me hard, his hips pulling back and slamming home.

We both grunt and curse. I drop my other leg to wrap my arms around him, our bodies moving together as he pushes into me, filling me to the brim and stretching me in the most euphoric way.

My head hits the padded headboard, but I just hold onto him, kissing him as he nails my prostate over and over with the head of his cock. My hands make their way to his ass, and I feel it flex each time he pushes into me.

I can feel my orgasm racing down my spine and hope he’s close. From the way his cock jerks inside me over and over, I assume he is. “You’re so fucking perfect, Spencer,” he says against my lips before slamming into me again, hitting my prostate and making cum dribble from my hard cock. It’s trapped between our bodies, and I know without a doubt he’s going to send me over without me having to touch myself.

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