Page 37 of Jamie

I slicked my fingers, easing them inside, and he moaned. I felt him trying to muffle it. “Don’t you dare hold back on me,” I said, voice low and tight. “You want to be fucked open, you make those sounds. Let me hear what you need.”

He trembled under my touch, back arching deeper. I pressed in further, curling my fingers, opening him up slow. More lube. More stretch. I wiped the excess on his discarded T-shirt like a man possessed, not even thinking.

I rolled on the condom with shaking hands, reached for another packet, squeezed more slick into my palm, and coated myself with a hiss. My cock ached—hard and desperate—so tight I could barely breathe.

“Look at you,” I muttered, lining myself up and letting the head drag across his hole. “Perfect little mess, bent over and begging with your eyes.”

Jamie whimpered, gripping the edge of the sofa as if he needed the grounding.

“Say it,” I demanded, my voice guttural. “Tell me you want it. Tell me who’s gonna make you come.”

“You,” he gasped, breath catching as I nudged thehead of my cock against him, teasing, circling. “You, Killian. Please?—”

I pushed in with a slow, steady pressure that made him gasp and jerk forward, but he didn’t try to move away. Didn’t flinch. Just held on tight to the back of the sofa as I filled him, inch by inch.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Take it. Fuck, you feel like heaven.”

He moaned—low, rough, desperate—and started to reach beneath himself, fumbling for his cock, slick with need.

I growled and slapped his hand away without thinking. “Don’t,” I snapped. “You don’t get to touch yourself unless I say so. You come when I tell you, Pretty, and not a fucking second before.”

He whimpered, head bowing lower, as if begging me to take control of everything. The moan he gave next was deep, dark, needy as hell—the kind that vibrated in my spine.

I grabbed his hips and drove deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the apartment.

“You want to come so bad?” I gritted, hips pistoning harder. “Then take all of me first.”

“Killlliaaaan,” he whined.

“So good around me, Pretty.” I grabbed a handful of his ass, squeezing until my fingers dug into themuscle and he yelped—sharp, breathless—then melted into it.

I flattened that same hand and slapped his ass, hard enough to echo, watching the skin bloom red beneath my palm. He whimpered, low and wrecked, his knees spreading a little wider, offering himself up.

“You like that?” I growled, leaning over him, cock buried deep. “You like me using you like a fuck toy? Taking what I want, how I want it?”

He gave a shaky, needy moan, nodding into the cushion. “Hurt me.”

Fuck. I slapped his ass again and pushed back inside, forcing him forward and he was pleading nonsense.

“You’re my perfect hole tonight, Pretty. Just here to be used. Just here to take my cock. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” he gasped, wrecked. “God, yes. Please, don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it,” I growled, snapping my hips forward and dragging a ragged groan from him. “You’re mine tonight. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin. Mine to make beg.”

He choked on a moan, the sound breaking into the cushion as his body rocked with every thrust.

“I’m close,” he gasped, trembling.

I gripped his hips harder, grinding deeper into him. “Not yet. You don’t come until I say so. You understand me?” He nodded frantically, sweat sheening his skin. ”Say it.”

“I—won’t come.”

“Good boy.”

I drove into him harder, my rhythm relentless now. Sweat dripped from my brow as I leaned over his back, my mouth close to his ear. “You’re taking me so fucking well,” I growled, voice ragged. “As if your body was made for me.” I gripped him hard, and Jamie let out a shattered whimper, his fingers white-knuckled around the cushion’s edge, back slick with sweat, trembling with need. His hole clenched around me like it didn’t want to let go, every thrust drawing a new sound from his throat—whines, curses, pleas he couldn’t form.

“You feel that?” I whispered, dragging my cock out to the tip before slamming back in. “That’s me, Pretty. That’s every inch of me claiming you.”

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