Page 76 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

“You feel so good,” he said, his voice guttural and deep, hotter than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”

“Just don’t fucking stop,” I told him.

I could feel the subtle changes in his movement as he slowed down or sped up, aware of how much I could take. I was only human, and I’d always liked getting fucked. But the simple knowledge that it washimchanged everything. He knew how to be in command, but also how to take care of me.

He fucked like he was attuned to every little breath and gasp I took.

He knew how topay attention.

I felt his palm slide up the back of my leg, reaching the top of my ass and then spreading me open a little further.

The heat of his body came down over my back, and I realized he was leaning over to get as close to my ear as he could. His thrusts slowed for a moment as he stayed fully pushed into me, whispering near my ear.

“You come when I say you can,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on my shoulder as he leaned back again.

I groaned, my neglected cock throbbing at his words and hiscloseness.

As he moved, his hand slid around to the front of me, wrapping around my cock like he’d known how needy it was. He squeezed tight, giving me a hint of relief.

“Fuck, Jesse.” My voice wasn’t much more than a breathless whimper.

He’d forbidden it, and of course it only made me feel that much closer to coming already.

“You heard me,” he murmured in a low, gentle voice, like he was a guide and my sole duty was to listen.

“Not going to come ‘til you tell me.”

“Good boy.” His words came out in a deep growl as he gripped my cock harder and thrust into me again, stroking me inside and out. I made fists on the sheets under me, tightening around it as my whole body tensed.

“Holy fuck,” I said, my voice barely audible. Every time he pushed into me he was hitting a spot inside me I didn’t even know existed.

I was his plaything.

I’d never even known Iwantedto be someone’s plaything.

Maybe I didn’t, unless that person was Jesse.

He fucked me like he wanted me to come, and I knew I wasn’t allowed. Every pump of his cock pushed me closer to the edge, and the feeling of his palm on my shaft definitely would have been enough on its own.

“Tell me what you need,” he uttered a moment later, and I could tell from his voice that he was close now, too.

“I… need all of this.”

His free hand came down on my ass, smacking it and making my cock pulse. He leaned over me for another brief moment, this time giving me a little nip and lick on the side of my back.

“Be more specific, babe.”

I moaned. He was stroking my cock firmly now, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stave it off much longer. When I spoke, my breath was heavy.

“I need your cock. I need tocome. I need…God, Jesse, I fucking need you—”

He hummed in a low, resonant tone. “Come for me.”

Hearing it was a relief like nothing I’d ever felt. His permission filled my body with a warm rush, and as he fucked me like I belonged to him, I badly wanted to do what he said.

With another firm squeeze on my ass I knew he was going to shatter me. I felt sensation pooling somewhere deep below the base of my cock, taking me right to the edge.

“Going to come for you,” I said breathlessly.

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