Page 143 of These Monstrous Deeds

“Just remember, don’t go screaming my name. You’re a loud little thing. Gotta call me sir.” Nathan’s lips quirk. “Or do I need to gag you?”

Carter nibbles on his bottom lip, his cock aching. “I can remember, sir.”

“I know you can. Such a good boy. My good, good boy.” Nathan slides forward, resting his forearms on the mattress to frame Carter’s head. The position makes Nathan look much bigger than before, as if he’s encompassing Carter completely. As if he’s become Carter’s whole world.

Carter supposes he has.

“You still okay, sweetheart?” Nathan asks, resting his forehead against Carter’s.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“Safe word?”

“Red.”

“Such a good boy.” Nathan lowers his mouth until it’s pressed against Carter’s. He kisses Carter gently,thoroughly, as he slowly runs the tips of his fingers down the right side of Carter’s ribcage and over his to grip his right thigh. Carter moans when Nathan hikes his leg up and around his waist. He can feel Nathan’s hard cock bump against one of his ass cheeks. It’s leaking precum, leaving a warm trail across Carter’s skin.

Nathan shifts his hips until the tip of his cock is pressed against Carter’s spit-soaked hole. Then he pauses, looking into Carter’s eyes. “You want it gentle, or hard?”

“How would you do it if I was really yours?”

Looking down at him with a hooded expression, Nathan admits, “Hard.”

“Then fuck me hard.”

Giving Carter a devilish grin, Nathan adjusts his weight and starts to press forward. At first, Carter thinks that maybe Nathan had changed his mind, deciding to go soft instead. The way he enters him is gentle. Slow. There’s no resistance, Carter’s hole opening up for him easily.

But the moment Nathan bottoms out, things change. He grabs hold of Carter’s throat with one hand and pushes one of his legs further back with the other, and he begins to fuck himhard. Each thrust is enough to knock the breath from Carter’s lungs, his body jolting up the bed until Nathan wraps his fingers around a chunk of Carter’s hair and holds him steady with it. Then his thrusts feel even harder, deeper, no escape or reprieve available, his body trapped as Nathan pounds him hard enough to make Carter’s mind fucking scramble.

There’s enough of his mind to realize one thing, though. One strange, unexpected, mind-blowing, confusing as fuck, thing.

Nathan, when beingsir, has been holding back.

Carter is in nowhere near the right mindset to even begin to fucking analyze that.

Nathan’s hips snap forward, again and again, his balls slapping against Carter’s sensitive skin. It hurts Carter’s bruised ass and thighs, but they’re healed enough where it’s not a bad kind of pain. If anything, it heightens the pleasure, making everything more intense.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Nathan growls, looking down at Carter in frustration. Carter has no idea why. He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong.

Sir’s big, strong hands grab Carter's legs and push them together before he sits up on his knees and hooks Carter’s legs over his broad right shoulder. His arms wrap around both of Carter’s thighs, holding him firmly in place as he starts to slam into him. Carter screams. Actually fuckingscreams.

“There we go,” Nathan practically purrs. “There we fucking go, sweetheart. That’s a good boy.”

“N-no.” Carter shakes his head, eyes watering as his prostate is assaulted. He barely manages to choke out another desperate, “No.”

“Yes, Carter.” Nathan narrows his eyes, tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip. “You have a safe word. Use it, or fucking take this.”

“Oh god. I’m gonna come.”

“Did I say you could?”

Carter whines. “Sir,please.”

Nathan just chuckles darkly before shoving both of Carter’s legs off to the side. He leans down and wraps an arm around Carter’s back, flipping him onto his hands and knees with one simple tug, leaving him breathless with his legs spread wide and his head spinning. He collects Carter’s wrists and pins them at the small of his back, not seeming to care when it causes Carter to fall forward, his face smashing against the mattress.

Keeping Carter’s wrists pinned with his hand, Nathan reaches up and grabs his shoulder with the other. If Carter thought he was being held firmly in place before, he was wrong.Thisis trapped. Nathan proves it by beginning to fuck the absoluteshitout of Carter.

Carter’s vision blurs. His tongue lulls out of the corner of his mouth. His legs spread wider like he’s an absolute desperate slut - which he is right now. All he can think of is Nathan’s cock. It’s like a needy chant in his head. Well, that, and his desperation to come.

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