Page 5 of Nightmare For Hire
He pegs my prostate over and over, stealing my words. My metal headboard knocks into the wall so loud I hope we don’t bother the neighbors, but that’s probably exactly what Mick wants. People to know we’re fucking. Again. It seems to be all we do anymore. And somehow I can’t resist him.
“Love this tight little hole.” Mick leans down to latch onto my throat and bite down.
“Not again.” I try to jerk away from his jaws and fail. “They ask questions when I show up with bite marks.” I’m not a small guy,at six foot three, with a jock type body, but he’s much bigger than me and it’s hard to do anything with him on top of me.
“You love it.” Mick keeps going, harder and harder. “You’re gonna walk funny by the time I’m done with you.”
“Which.Fuck.Is. Why…” I’m surrounded by a haze of lust and push back to meet his every thrust. My head drops as I breathe in the ecstasy, making me comply. “Yes. Don’t stop. Harder.”
Mick’s grip on my hips tightens. “See, baby, you love the way I pound your ass.” He smacks me and I get lost in how good it feels to be filled by him. “One day I’ll take you to the pond and fuck you with my mer-cock. You’ll really like that, my cum bucket, my little fuck toy. I’ll turn you into a size queen.” He smacks me again and I moan.
My brain is at war with my body. I hate when he calls me those names. Hate being fucked so hard I’ll hurt my entire shift. Hate that he bites me. But he always wins me over and I haven’t figured out how. It’s like he can sense my irritation and uses some kind of merfolk magic on me to make me comply. Because I always comply. But right now, I need everything to stop. He’s going too hard. His nails dig painfully into my hips.
I move in time to keep him from biting the other side of my throat. This isn’t what I want.
“I like marking you for the world to see.”
“I don’t.” My voice is raw.
He grabs my long hair and wraps it around his hand a few times. Our hair is a point of annoyance to him. Mine is much longer, and he’s threatened to cut it. He’s still buried to the hilt in my ass and I can’t squirm away this time before he latches onto my throat again. A fresh shot of lust dumps into my veins and I push back.
“Fuck. Don’t ever stop.” I can’t connect with the words coming out of my mouth.Iwant him to stop, but my body and mouth don’t.
“I’m—” Mick’s hips stutter against me and he drops on my back to heave a sigh. “God, your ass is the best I’ve ever fucked.” Once he catches his breath, he pushes off me and spanks my ass again before bending down to whisper, “I love you.”To my ass. Has he said the words to my face? Nope.
He grabs one of the shirts from the floor, probably mine, and wipes his chest, then his crotch, while I take stock of my body. My asshole is raw because he never uses enough lube. My throat hurts from the places he bit me. Where his nails dug into me stings. I didn’t come. I’m not even hard. And I hate myself for not trying harder to stop things.
Just before I plop to my back, I notice wetness and swipe my hand over my hole.
“You were supposed to wear a condom.”
“Sorry, babe, got too eager to get into that ass. Not like you can catch anything from me.” Mick pulls on his shirt, then jeans.
“That’s not the point. You know I hate it when you fuck me without a condom before a shift.” I’ll be leaking cum the entire night.
Mick shrugs. “Sorry, I forgot.”
Gingerly, I push out of bed, keeping my ass clamped closed to keep from leaking. “Just… go.”
“Aw, don’t be mad. We have fun, don’t we?”
I turn to look at him, and when I do, the lust hits me as if it’s dumped right over my head. I’m in a daze. His auburn hair is a tangled mess over his sculpted shoulder, but it’s still gorgeous. His deep blue eyes always search mine. He licks his plush lips. I love his muscles.
My cock perks to life and Mick boxes me against the wall. “Lots of fun, right?” He nuzzles against my neck and I moan into the gentle kisses. His hand grazes my cock with a promise. “Let me take care of you, baby. You’re so hard.”
My alarm blares from my nightstand, bringing the night into full focus and making the haze fogging my brain drop. I gasp in a breath and push him away. “No. Get out.”
Anger flashes across his eyes, as does his second eyelid. “What do you mean, get out?” He squeezes my cock until I damn near drop to my knees.
Rather than break up with him like I should have a dozen times over, and risk his wrath, I say, “I have to get ready. Can’t be late.”
“Oh.” He releases me and I rush into the bathroom.
“I’ll text you later,” he calls out, then the door slams shut.
I squeeze my eyes closed as I drop onto the toilet to deal with as much of the problem as possible before I have to leave for my shift.
I should have told him to stop. Should have made him leave sooner. But I always let my partners take what they want. Because all I am is a hole to be fucked. I’m a nobody with a great ass. A little cum bucket. A sex doll. A fuck toy.
