Page 83 of Wild Card
Damn. He was still so determined to keep his emotional distance. I grabbed a handful of his hair, yanked his head back, and put my lips next to his ear.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want when my dick is inside you.”
“It’s not inside me, though, is it?” he snapped.
“Let’s fix that.” I surged forward, forcing my dick into his body.
Axel was really fucking tight. Tighter than I expected.
He whimpered as I stretched his hole wide, body quivering with the strain.
“When’s the last time you bottomed, sweetheart?”
“Been a while,” he gritted out. “Just go faster. It’ll fade.”
I swatted his ass. “I’m running the show, and you’re going to take time to adjust first.”
He attempted to shove back—but I was ready for that tactic. I held his hips in an iron grip, not letting him move.
“Fuck you! Fucking take me!”
“Stop trying to run the show,” I said calmly. “I’ll take you when you’re ready.”
I reached beneath him to give that fat dick of his a stroke and squeeze. His tip was wet with precum, already drooling for me. I smoothed it around his spongy head, flicking his piercing and making him squirm on the end of my dick.
“You’re really fucking hot like this,” I murmured. “So desperate for me.”
“Please, Dalton.”
“You’re gonna beg me now?” I teased. “How the tables have turned.”
“Fucking fuck me, asshole! You promised!”
I moved one hand up, cupping it around his throat, and surged forward. My dick drove deep inside.
Axel gave a strangled scream as I slammed into him. My grip on his neck tightened, but not enough to cut off all his air.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “Gonna give you everything you need. You hear?”
“Y-yes,” he wheezed.
I circled my hips, loosening him up a bit more, then eased back until his rim caught on the ridges of my cockhead. Using my grip on his throat, I forced Axel’s head up, arching his back. It tipped his ass up at the perfect angle.
I drove in again and again, thrusting hard and deep. I fucked him with all the force I had until he dissolved into sobs of pleasure, far beyond words. Then I grabbed the base of my cock, keeping the condom in place, and pulled out of him.
His hole fluttered around nothing, and he gave a wounded cry. “No, don’t stop!”
“Flip over,” I said.
He hesitated, and I thought for a moment he might refuse—even if it meant denying himself an orgasm. Then, with a huff of annoyance, he turned onto his back and glared up at me.
“You’re a bastard.”
“Does that mean you don’t want my dick back in your greedy hole?”
If looks could kill, I might expire on the spot. Axel spread his legs, reaching for his thighs to pull them up.
I ran a finger along his rigid dick, rubbing a thumb over his piercing, then tugging it gently. He bit his lip, but he couldn’t suppress the whimper of need that escaped.
