Page 87 of Cruel When He Smiles
He shakes his head, his nails raking down the sheets. “N-no—”
I pull out almost completely, holding him there, making him feel the emptiness before I slam back inside, making him cry out.
“Say it,” I growl, my hips snapping against his, my grip bruising on his thighs. “Fucking say it, Nathaniel.”
He swallows hard, his breath shaky, his body completely wrecked beneath me. “I—I love it,” he finally whispers. “I love it when you—”
I snap my hips forward, making him groan. “When I what, baby?” I growl, lips brushing against his ear as I pull out again. “When I break you? When I ruin you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes, I love it,” he gasps, his voice barely more than a breathy whimper. “I love it when you f-fuck me like this. I love it when…when you m-make me.”
“That’s more like it,” I mutter, and without another word, I push inside again in one smooth, brutal thrust.
He cries out, his back arching when I angle my thrusts and hit his prostate. I groan when he clenches, my head falling forward, my grip on his hips tightening as I watch his tight, greedy hole swallow my cock.
His moans turn desperate, wrecked, and I know he’s close. I lean over him and slip my hand underneath him to grab his cock. “You gonna come for me, baby?” I taunt, stroking his swollen cock in time with my thrusts. “Gonna come just like this? Wrapped around my dick, taking everything I give you?”
“Fuck—”
“Go on,” I growl, biting down on his shoulder. “Show me who this body fucking belongs to.”
With a choked gasp, he unravels, his whole body shuddering as he spills over my hand, his head falling back against my shoulder as he whimpers through it. His body clenches aroundme so fucking tight that I can’t hold back, can’t stop the way I bury myself one last time, letting out a pained groan. I finally let go, my cock twitching as I fill him up.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, the faint creak of the bed as I press soft kisses along his shoulder. I stay inside him for a moment, my body still buzzing from the high, my breath warm against his skin. He’s wrecked beneath me, boneless, his chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.
I drag my fingers down his sides. “You did so good for me, Pup,” I praise, my voice soft again, my hands sliding over his sweat-slicked skin. “This sweet body took me so well, and you didn’t run. That’s what I like to see.”
His breath catches, and I feel it—the way he reacts to the praise, the way his body tenses for half a second before melting into it.
Oh.
I smile against his skin, my fingers trailing back up, over his ribs, and I know I have him. I chuckle, brushing my lips over the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it,” I whisper, my voice soothing. “I already know.”
His body gives another faint shiver, and I hum, nuzzling against his neck. “See, you fought me for so long, but this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” I ask, my voice dripping with satisfaction as I nibble his earlobe. “To give in. To let me take control. To be mine.”
I press a lazy kiss to his jaw before pulling out, loving it when he whines at the loss, and the overstimulation making him tremble. I glance down, watching my release drips from between his legs, and fuck, if that’s not the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.
“Messy little thing,” I murmur, dragging my fingers through it before smearing it against his hole. He jerks, whining softly again, his body still too sensitive.
“Liam—”
I don’t let him finish. I roll him onto his back, and he blinks up at me, dazed. I slip my fingers through the mess on his stomach, and his breath hitches.
“You’re mine, Nate,” I say, leaning down to run my tongue along the marks I left on his throat, then I pull back to look at him. “You don’t have to fight it anymore, because I’m yours too.”
His cheeks are flushed, his lips parted, and the dazed look in his green eyes makes my stomach tighten.
He looks so fucking pretty like this.
I drag my knuckles down his cheek, watching how he leans into it. “Such a good boy,” I praise, and I don’t miss the way his breath catches again.
Oh, he really does like it.
I smirk, trailing my fingers lower, brushing over his stomach, feeling the faint aftershocks still running through his body. “You like hearing that, don’t you?” I tease, my voice softer now, testing him. “You like being my good boy.”
He makes a noise in his throat—small and breathless—and my cock stirs again, already wanting to push him further.
But not tonight. I press another kiss to his lips, my fingers tilting his chin so he’s looking at me. His eyes are still hazy, his body pliant beneath me, and I smile softly, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip.
