Page 42 of Wild Heart
“You're tight, babe. Fucking perfect. Papa needs to grab some lube, but I’m not leaving you.”
Finger still in his ass, I used the other hand to reach for the drawer beside my bed. With a grunt, I tore it open. It came off the rails and crashed to the ground. The contents rolled across the carpet, but there was only one thing I gave a fuck about. Palming the lube, I positioned the bottle just above his crack and covered him in a generous amount.
He moaned. “Cold, Papa.”
“Let’s warm it up then, hmm?” I pulled my finger free just long enough to cover it in lube, and then I shoved it up his ass.
I grinned at the way he choked, gasping for breath as though my touch had stolen it all.
My cock was rigid, punching at my zipper as I moved my finger in slow strokes. His hips started to thrust then, body trying to suck me deeper each time I pushed in.
“More,” he begged, andoh,I fucking loved when he begged.
The erotic sound of lube squelching filled the air when I pushed a second finger in beside the first. His thighs shook, and a hand reached for his cock, but I shoved it away.
Digging the tips of my fingers into his ass cheek, I pulled it open to give myself a better view of his hole as it loosened around my fingers.
“Is this what you needed, baby? You needed to feel full?”
His upper body bowed, collapsing against the mattress. He shook with desire, but every groan he made was now muffled by the sheets he bit into.
I pulled my fingers from his body and tangled them into his hair, tugging his head away from the bed. “Your sounds belong to me. Every last one of them. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,what?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good boy.”
I released him with a growl and undid my jeans, shoving them down my legs until they were tight around my knees. My cock slapped my stomach. I grabbed it, stroked it once, and then pressed the length of it against his crack.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Please,” he choked. “Fuck me like you love me.”
Oh, baby.
“I do love you, Solnyshko. My heart is wild for you. Mad. I would share my heart with you if I could. My soul. My goddamn skin.”
“Say it again,” he sobbed.
“I love you.”
My cock was dripping in lube now, pulsing with need. Pressing at his entrance, I gave small thrusts, watching him stretch around my girth.
“Papa.”
“Shh, baby. I know. You’re being so good for me.”
Gripping his hips, I eased him back as I thrust forward, feeding him my length in one maddening thrust. A deep groan reverberated his body when I was fully seated.
Goddamn.
It was sinful—the way he looked speared on my cock. The curve of his back. The tears in his eyes. The bruises he wore on his shoulders…
It broke me.
