“Maybe in yours, kitten.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I can call you a slut, but you draw the line at kitten?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Not until you ask me nicely.”
“Ash,” he whined.
“You want it. All week, you’ve been practically begging me to shove you against the wall and just fucking take you. Now I’m being nice enough to give it to you. The least you can do is ask me.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“Fucking fine! What do you want me to say?”
“I want to hear you say ‘please fuck me, Ash. Please give me your cock.’”
He grumbled like a petulant child, and I smiled as I pulled my fingers out of his ass.
“Ask me, or I walk away.”
“Ugh! Fine! Please fuck me, Ash. Please give me your cock. You happy?”
“Not as happy as you’re about to be.”
“I hate you so—ungh.”
I shoved my cock into his waiting hole. He was loose enough my head slid right in with minimal effort.
“Fuuuuuuuck.”
“That’s it. Take it like the little cockslut you are.” I bent over him, putting my lips next to his ear, then I stopped moving and held still inside him.
“Fuck. Ash,” he panted, wiggling his ass. “More.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Ash. Please fuck me. I need it.”
Something inside me snapped, and I shoved the rest of the way inside him. When I was fully sheathed, I paused to make sure I hadn’t hurt him.
He was moaning up a storm, his forehead pressed into the wall in front of him.
I gripped one of his hips and wrapped my other arm around his waist, then went to town.
My thrusts were fast and hard, erratic and a little wild.
All I could think about was how hot, how tight Jules was around my cock. How it was like he’d been made for this, how he loved it.
The sounds he made, the little cries and moans and half-formed words were such a turn-on. The knowledge that I’d not only reduced him to this muttering mess but that I was also able to take him apart with only my words and my dick was one of the most arousing things I’d ever experienced.