Page 76 of Stupid Dirty

“Cade, your hand. Don’t-”

“Shh,” he interrupts me, leaning forward to lick the crown and pulling an involuntary shudder out of me. “I don’t need my hand for you to use my mouth. Show me who I belong to, baby.”

His eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed as he looks up at me. The sight of him on his knees for me, so open and trusting, does something to me that I can’t describe. One of my hands cups the back of his head to hold him in place, my thumb stroking over the soft skin of his cheek. I start out slow, pushing between his lips into the wet, welcoming heat of his mouth, biting back a groan at the sensation.

Cade’s tongue runs over my shaft as I move, as if he’s desperate to taste every inch of me. His fingers, except for the injured ones that stick awkwardly to the side, dig into my thighs. Desperation is rolling off him in waves, and it’s feeding into my own desperation in an endless loop.

My breath is heavy, and before I even realize it, I’ve gone from gently sliding in and out of his mouth to thrusting. I’m pushing in hard enough that the head of my cock is nudging the back of his throat with every thrust, and it’s drawing these choked sounds out of him that make my balls draw up. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. It feels like every inch of me is being buried into Cade’s mouth right now, and I only want more.

The room is filled with the sick sounds of it: my heavy grunts over his wet choking. Tears are streaming down his face and there’s spit and precum hanging from his chin in strings that should repulse me. Instead, I reach out with my free hand and smear that spit across his face, making his red, blotchy skin shine with it.

His fingers are still gripping onto my thighs for dear life. Every point of contact between us, however small, feels electric. It’sthe only reason I notice when one of his hands slips off my leg, reaching down to his own crotch. I can see a fucking wet patch over his hard cock—screaming evidence of how turned on he is right now—and it makes me feel feral.

This is where we belong. This is because he belongs to me. Covered in me. Filled with me. Tasting and smelling and drowning in me until we’re so tightly woven together that no one can break through that connection to hurt either of us ever again.

Cade groans, his body tensing, and the wet patch between his legs darkens and spreads.

I lose control.

With a growl, I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him tight, shoving myself deeper into his throat than I thought was possible. His throat spasms and constricts around me like he’s begging me to stay there, and the sound of his choking reaches a fever pitch. I fall over the edge with him, unloading down his throat, watching his face darken as he struggles for air.

There’s a moment where I feel so sated I could collapse. All that restless anxiety that’s been pulling me around today finally quiets. Knowing that Cade is going to be walking around coated with me, inside and out, sets me at ease.

But then reality sets in.

I jerk back, pulling my still-hard cock out of his mouth so quickly I wince as I catch a snag of teeth. But he needs fucking oxygen.

Cade takes huge, gulping breaths. His chest rises and falls, the air moving in and out with a wet sound that set my blood on fire a second ago, but now turns my stomach.

I can’t believe I just had the best orgasm of my entire life by choking Cade half to death. He looks fucking destroyed, and even now, the sight of his wrecked, spit-and-cum slick face and swollen lips is making my cock twitch.

He can’t even talk. He’s still trying to catch his breath, swaying on his knees, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

All because I needed to… To what? To claim him?

Maybe I really am toxic.

The thought hits my stomach like a stone, and for once I welcome the numbness as it spreads through my mind.

Chapter Thirty-One

When Silas steps back and his cock slips from my mouth, I sway like I’m fucking drunk on him. He’s everywhere; the taste of him, the scent of him, the heat of him. All of it surrounds me like a warm blanket and I feel like I could float away.

I take my time, catching my breath and letting the world come back into focus as my blood refuels with oxygen. That was intense, but in the best possible way. Something about the contrast between the gentle hold he kept on my neck with the ferocious way he fucked my throat had me lit up from the inside, and if I could have talked, I would have begged and screamed for more.

He was surrounding me, possessing me so completely I felt like I ceased to exist. It was the most freeing thing I’ve ever experienced. I was floating there, wrapped around him, and Silas was my one tether to the Earth.

Now that I’m coming back down, sensation and reality are trickling back into my body. My knees ache from kneeling on the cold concrete floor, my sprained finger throbs because I wasnot delicate once I started scrabbling at Silas’ meaty quads for balance, and my throat feels like I swallowed broken glass.

But it was totally worth it. My veins are effervescing with arousal and something more intense than just affection for this man who’s come to own me, inside and out.

I look down, and realize from the wet patch on my sweatpants that I barely even noticed rubbing one out as I let him use me, I was so fucking turned on.

“That’s it,” I say, ignoring the dreamy, far-away tone of my voice that contrasts with how rough it is from the abuse my throat just took. Silas looks down at me sharply. “No one has ever done sex as good as we do sex. We sex the best. Sex champions.”

Okay, I may be a little dickmatized, but I’m alright with that. It was incredible.

Silas doesn’t laugh, though. Instead, he gives me more of the intense, worried looks he’s been giving me all afternoon, and I hate it. Reaching down, he grabs me by both arms to pull me to my feet, and I take the opportunity to smooth out that ever-present furrow between his eyebrows. He’s still breathing hard, even though he’s not the one that just got choked out. In fact, his breathing seems to be getting faster since we finished, instead of catching his breath and coming down like you’d expect.

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