Page 61 of Inferno

His question shocks me, and I lift my face from his chest and turn to look at him. “What?” I squeak.

“You’ve been staring at my dick like you’re worried it’s going to bite you.” He chuckles, amusement lacing each word as they rumble from his full, sexy mouth.

“I have not,” I lie.

“Don’t lie to me, Boy. Does it bother you that I’m hard? Because you need to get used to it. I’m always hard around you.”

My mouth goes instantly dry, any response I could form evaporating on my tongue.

“Oh, Kitten.” His eyes heat, and his expression softens. I don’t know what I look like to him in this moment, but his response feels important.

“Come on, I think my needy Kitten needs some attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how desperate you were.”

Lifting me off him, he rises from the couch and turns off the TV before he takes my hand and leads me toward the stairs. I follow, because honestly, what else would I do? This is what I want…isn’t it?

The moment we step into his bedroom, he cups my cheek, leans down, and kisses me. His lips on mine are demanding, forceful, and so, so good. This isn’t a teasing kiss; it’s him showing me that he’s in charge, and for the first time since we left this room earlier, I feel completely at peace.

Strong, firm fingers collar my throat, and I melt, my legs barely holding my weight as he holds me in place, telling me without words that he expects me to follow his lead.

“Naked,” he rasps into my mouth, stealing one, then two more kisses before he rips himself away from me and takes a pointed step back.

Blinking up at him, I feel my brows furrow with confusion.

“Naked,” he says again. “Clothes off, now. Then get on the bed.”

It takes longer than it should for me to realize he’s talking to me. Once it sinks in, I scramble to pull my shirt over my head, almost falling as I get caught in my pajama bottoms, the fleece clinging to my feet in my hurry to take them off.

For the first time since Anders came into my life, I’m not worried about my nakedness. My dick is rock-hard, and I’m panting with need. I want this. I want him. I want to belong, to be owned, to be his.

“Bed,” he snarls, his own calm movements not reflecting my desperation.

Rushing to the bed, I throw myself onto the comforter, my dick hard and dripping with precum. Despite my haste, Anders is almost languid as he pushes his shorts over his hips, his handssteady, his movements unhurried. Only his eyes tell the truth, that his need is just as strong as mine.

His dick pops up the moment his shorts slip down his thighs, his hard length hitting him in the stomach as he straightens. “Look at you,” he drawls, dragging the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip as his eyes rake over me, devouring me.

“Please.” I didn’t intend to speak, but the word pours from me without thought.

“Don’t worry, Kitten, I’m going to make it all better,” he promises, lifting his knee onto the bed and crawling toward me, making space for his huge body between my spread legs.

“Will it hurt?” I blurt, unsure why I’m ruining the moment with stupid questions I already know the answer to.

“A little, this first time, but don’t worry, I’m going to play with your eager hole and stretch it out until you’re begging me to fill you with my cock. You have permission to come as many times as you need, because I’m going to coat my dick in your cum and fuck it back into you as I fill you up.”

I can’t see myself, but I know my eyes are probably wide with shock at his blunt statement. A surge of need and want and desire shoots through me, and I come, hot jets spurting from my untouched cock.

Instead of commenting on my hair trigger, Anders’s gaze dips to the mess I’ve just made on my stomach, and he smiles.

“Good boy,” he praises, like I’ve done something right. Bringing his fingers to the pool of jizz on my belly, he scoops up two fingerfuls of my cum, parts my ass cheeks, and uses my own release to rub into my ass before he pushes the tip of his finger inside of me.

There’s something incredibly dirty about watching Anders systematically lube my ass with my own cum. But that’s what he does, coating his fingers in it, before he carefully inches them into my body.

Staring silently, I watch with a mixture of awe and need as he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube, liberally coating his fingers with it, before he reaches between my thighs again and eases a second finger into my body.

“Good boy, this hole is so desperate to be fucked I can feel you clenching around me. Relax for me, Kitten. My dick is much bigger than two fingers, and I need you to stretch so you can take me.”

Slowly, he fingers me, pumping in and out of my body, carefully stretching me, using more lube each time until I can feel the liquid dripping down my crease. Having him inside of me feels…strange. This isn’t the first time he’s done this, but the sensation of being penetrated still feels as…taboo now as it did the first time.

As the initial burn and stretch start to fade, the feeling of fullness becomes delicious, and every time he works me open a little more, the pain mixes with the pleasure, creating an odd vortex of lust and fear rolled into one.

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