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My dick twitches in excitement, each of Cillian’s words turning me on more. I do as he says, tremble at his curse because I know it’s due to how turned on he is too.
He slicks his fingers again before getting behind me.
“Jesus…it’s so fucking small and tight. So pink. I can’t wait to watch my cock slide in and out of it. I can’t wait to possess every part of your body.”
“Yes. Please.”
He rubs my rim again, teasing me.
“I…do you like it?” I ask, even with his words from a moment ago still in my head. I just need to hear them again.
“I love it. It’s mine. My perfect little hole.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, making me cry out, then immediately pushes another in. The stretch is different this time, more discomfort but more need too.
Cillian works me open, pushing in and pulling out while I ease back toward him, ass hungry for everything he’s willing to give me.
“Look at how open you are for me, how your hole is begging for my dick.”
“Fuck me.”
“Let me hear you say it again. It’s so fun making you say that word.”
“Fuck me, Cillian.” I use his name too because he likes it, and I swear his breath whooshes out like from the valve on a pressure cooker.
He twists his fingers, making sure I’m stretched, making sure I can take him, and I can. What’s killing me is not having him inside me.
“I need it. Give it to me. I’m begging you. Fuck me, Cil. Please, please, please.”
I practically whine when his fingers are gone, but look down and see him slicking his cock with shaking, eager hands. Every part of him is trembling, just like I am, both of us cracking apart in our need for each other.
“Lie on your back. I need to see you.”
I scramble into position, legs spread for him like the slut I didn’t know I was, the way I only am for him. He pushes my legs up, then stops and shoves a pillow under my hips.
Cillian kneels between my legs, holding the base of his dick while pressing it against my rim…and then…then he begins to push inside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cillian
Every thought hasleft my head except for Ollie—how much he wants me, needs me, the hot, tight, fucking incredible hug of his ass as I slide my dick into him.
Later, I’ll feel guilty I lied to him tonight, that I did the one thing he asked me not to and killed for him. And then came home to claim him even further, to take something from him he can never give to someone else, and that I want to beat my fucking fists on my chest while I’m doing it.
Ollie is mine.
My gaze alternates between his face—his beautiful fucking face that I can’t get out of my head—and his ass—the pink ring of muscle opening up and sucking me in.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me, dirty boy. You’re taking me so well, look at you, spreading your legs for me so prettily, dying to get your man inside you.”
“It’s good,” he says on a small gasp. “So good.”
I push a little farther inside. For the first time in my life, I’m wishing my dick wasn’t quite so thick. I don’t want to hurt him. “You don’t even know what it feels like, how your ass is squeezing my dick, how hot you are inside. I can’t fucking wait to breed you.” I ease in deeper while talking to him. His cock has softened slightly, and I know it’s becausehis body is adjusting to me. The talking seems to help, though. “From now on, I want you naked in this bed, waiting for me when I get home. I want you to scream every time I’m inside you so everyone here knows who you belong to…so Rory can hear how good you are for me. I bet he’s in there jerking it right now thinking about you.”
His cock twitches, and I grin.
“So fucking naughty. You like that, don’t you? Like thinking about everyone in the house knowing I’m pounding your ass, like the idea of my best friend—my brother—thinking about us together, seeing us.”
