Page 63 of Stupid Dirty

None of these are things I ever imagined wanting. But something about all of them together, or maybe the fact that they’re all coming fromhim,is turning me inside out and setting me on fire with pleasure.

“Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me so good.” My voice comes out rough as he squeezes my throat even tighter.

“Is that hitting the right spot?” Silas is practically growling in my ear, and he punctuates it by snapping his hips even harder, dragging his cock over my prostate and sending electricity sparking up my spine.

My cock is trapped between my body and the mattress, and he’s thrusting so hard that the bed is rocking into the wall, so there’s plenty of friction. But I don’t even need it. I’m pretty sure I could get there just from the sensation of him pounding my prostate while he drowns me in his hot body.

He bites my earlobe hard, and switches his thrusts to slower but deeper, dragging an excruciating moan out of me.

“You know it is, asshole.” My teeth are clenched so hard I’m scared I’m going to crack one.

“Are you gonna come for me?”

I can tell he’s getting close by the strain in his voice, but he’s holding back, focusing on hitting me at just the right angle. My face is being pushed into a mattress that’s wet with my own drool. I’m so desperate to come I might cry.

“Please.”

It’s the only coherent word that I can get out right now.

“Your ass is mine, Cade,” he says, sliding his hand possessively up from my thigh until he’s digging his fingers into my ass cheek and then slipping them into my crack. His fingertips trace patterns over my skin and I swear he leaves trails of steam behind.

When he touches my hole, he’s gentle. He rubs at the tender skin there, feeling how much I’ve stretched around him and how easily his thick shaft drags back and forth.

“Fuck,” he grits out. He sounds like he’s coming undone, and knowing that I’m the one who does that to him—that makes perfect robot Silas fall apart—makes me feel so powerful. Even if I’m the one getting torn apart right now.

“Your ass is mine, and so is your cum. I need you to give it to me. Give it up, Cade.”

He picks up the pace again, and I can’t catch my breath. I’m so close.

“Hand,” I groan, reaching for my cock, but he slaps it away and grabs my balls instead.

“Give it to me. I can feel how full of cum you are. It’s dying to spill out. Do you need me to fuck it out of you?”

The noises slipping out of me sound like a desperate animal. Words are beyond me.

Fuck, his hands are huge. He engulfs my balls, tugging and squeezing at them just hard enough to be on the good side of painful, and slams into me a few more times. It’s all I need.

Groaning into the mattress, my cock throbs and flexes as I spill my cum everywhere, my body going tense. I feel like my brain whites out, but I don’t have to think about anything other than riding out the pleasure. I’m vaguely aware of Silas keeping his firm grip on my balls and using it to hold me tight while he keeps thrusting into me a few more times until he loses it himself, and then I can feel him filling me up.

With one hand still kneading my throat and the other holding onto my balls like they’re something precious, Silas’ hips jerk against me as he unloads. I want to bear down and squeeze every last drop of cum out of him, and when I try, he groans and chokes me harder.

He nuzzles into me, the rasp of his stubble on my neck sending jolts of electricity through me as we both come down. I can feel his cock flex inside me one more time before he slips out, leaving a wet trail of cum down my crack to my thighs. It’s cooling on my skin, the tactile marker of everywhere he claimed me.

I don’t know how long we lie there. His chest is still pressed to my back and we both breathe heavy but in sync with each other. The sound of our matched, even breathing fills the room, complimenting the peaceful static that still fills my brain. At some point, he moves his hand from my throat to rest it gently on my chest, where it can rise and fall as well. He presses a softkiss into the back of my neck, which makes a lazy smile spread across my face. I feel surrounded by him.

It isn’t until the buzzing of my phone wakes me up I realize I fell asleep. Silas stirs but doesn’t wake up, rolling over enough to wrap one beefy arm around me and pull me back into his chest.

I want to ignore the phone and snuggle as deep into Silas as possible, but it’s annoying. I also need to figure out if I should sneak out of here before his dad gets back, so I try to blink some awareness back into my body and reach for the offensively bright screen.

MOM

She better not need a ride. I’m gonna be pissed if I have to crawl out of our little fucknest to pick her up. I should really let her go to voicemail so she can’t talk me into doing any favors, but I’ve always been weak-willed when it comes to her.

Against my better judgment, I swipe to answer.

“What?”

The noise I get in response doesn’t sound like words. It barely sounds human. But I recognize Mom’s hysterical sobbing voice, and it pings my internal alarm system enough to have me sitting up and fully awake in an instant.

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