Page 112 of The Other Side

I watch his expert hips roll, my body jerking when his thrusts intensify. The slapping of his balls against my soaked center resounds between the thin walls.

“Come on, ask for it, Cal. I know you want to,” he breathes. “Ask me to fuck your pussy like a greedy little whore. Because that’s the only thing I want to do right now.”

A gasp leaks from me, and I meet his drills by backing into him. “Y-yes.”

I whimper when he cups my ass cheek. He halts my movement, kneading my skin there as he forces me to accept his thrusts. At his pace.

He sinks deeper, rolling in a way that brushes that appetizing spot inside me.

“Nuh-uh,” he taunts, his voice tinged with amusement. “Tell me what you want. I can give you anything you want, baby. Just tell me.”

I’m desperate as he plunges into me. I showcase a seductive pout, holding his starving gaze. “Ruin it,” I whine. “Ruin me just for you. Just for you, Brant.”

He returns both hands to my hips, his eyes flickering with triumph before fucking me. He’s merciless now. Ruthless as he rails me out.

“Mm, fuucckk, Cal. Fuck,” he groans, his face clenching.

My lips part, our stares cemented as we grow feral. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Just like that, Brant. Don’t stop.”

His large palms squeeze my hips, slamming me onto him at the same time. “God, you say my name so fucking good on this cock, Cal.” His eyes narrow, humor etched in his irises when he asks, “Whose cock is this?”

I roll my lips together, moaning before answering. “M-mine,” I murmur. “It’s all mine.”

“Naughty girl,” he grinds out. He pants through a crooked smile just as I do, our playfulness effortlessly seeping into the carnal humping.

The metal of his belt rings with our primal lovemaking, and then he plunges his thumb into my ass simultaneously.

My belly buckles, absorbing the initial shock. The rough waves calm to a blissful swell, and I’m chanting breathlessly. “Oh, Brant. Brant. Brant.”

My head drops forward. He hovers his solid chest against my back, his lips brushing my temple. “Say it again,” he rasps. “Say my name.”

“Brant,” I pant. “Dove.”

The twin pulses of pleasure clash at my core.

A moan rumbles from my lips, my eyes fluttering as he continues to pound into me. He plunges his thumb in and out, the motion deliciously restricted.

My fingers fly through his hair, and I climb the mountain higher. Scratching my way to the summit.

Brant lifts up and plants his free hand on my upper back. He pushes me down, angling me so he can yank my hips up.

He drives into me at a delectable angle, fireworks shooting off. That delicate sponge inside me gets attention, and his thumb rocks inside my ass at the same time.

“You want to come on my cock, baby?” he murmurs hoarsely.

I nod feverishly, and his groans massage my back in a heated serenade.

“Ask me nicely, and I’ll let you.”

“Please,” I moan out my compliance, anguish fueling every word. “Please let me come all over your cock.”

His thrusts turn maniacal as he works his thumb inside my other hole. My forearms dig into the mattress, my mewls churning with his guttural sounds while he slams into me.

My body stiffens as my limbs quiver. The pressure from my core ruptures into a thousand tiny pieces inside of me.

I cry out into the soft linen. “Oh, Brant! Brant!”

My hips and stomach buck as I pulse around his cock and thumb. It’s earth shattering. Beams of light blurring my vision with every shock of pleasure he incites.