My throat is so fucking dry, my body sweating from whatever the fuck is happening. I’m so turned on by this sudden aggressive side of him that I’ve brought out. Part of me wants to submit, and the other part wants to see what he’s got.
His foot slides between my legs, kicking them out. He pushes me down, but I still don’t want to comply. I want to fight him every step of the way, because deep down, I know my punishment will be so, so much sweeter if I give him the fight he’s desperate for.
Paddy unzips his pants, allowing his cock to spring free, and I can’t help it when I lick my lips with anticipation. Gripping the head, he pushes my face toward him. When I don’t open my mouth, he lets out a dark chuckle that does things to my insides.
A low groan pulls from my lips despite me trying to keep it in.
He grips my jaw, fingers digging into my cheeks with a sharp biting pain radiating from the pressure. “Open.”
The one-word command is liquid heat swirling through my veins. His voice has never sounded so sinful, yet smooth like whiskey. I always knew I’d love this side of him. Opening my mouth, I swirl my tongue along the slit of his head.
“Fuck,” he moans, pushing deeper into my mouth.
I take everything he has to give, sucking him down, and every time, he fills me deeper until my nose presses against his groin. I gag, fighting to bring air into my lungs, but I don’t stop. He fucks my mouth with so much force, my head hits the wall.
“Damn, baby. You take this cock in your mouth so good.”
I grip his thighs, spurred on by his words, and the way he flexes his hips in such fury.
“Get it wet enough so I can take your ass.”
A strangled moan leaves me. The few times I’ve let him inside of me have always been in my control, with me on top of him, riding him at the pace I want, and touching him the way I want. I’ve never handed over the reins with anyone.
It should make me nervous, but all I feel is excitement. I want everything he has to give. I’ll take it all. I can’t take the throbbing erection in my pants, so I reach inside the waistband of my jeans, squeezing my sore balls. The moan of pleasure I emit sends a vibration through his cock, one that I know drives him wild.
Tears stream down my face until he pulls away from me. We’re both panting messes, his body heaving heavily with each breath he takes. Gripping his dick, he nods toward the bed. “Get undressed and lay on your back. You’re going to look me in the eye when I take what I want from you.”
I inhale, excitement coursing through me. I’m not moving fast enough for him, because he bends down, pressing a demanding kiss to me, his tongue taking dominance of my mouth. I melt into him, and when he pulls away he bites my bottom lip.
I yelp, pulling away at the sharp pain. Pressing my hand to my mouth, I pull it away to find blood on my fingers.
“Get on the fucking bed before I take more of your pain from you.” His voice still has that underlying anger toward me, and I have a feeling it’s not going to dissipate until this fuck session is over.
Standing, I hurry toward the bed, and tug my jeans off all the way. My shirt’s next, and then I’m lying on the bed, waiting for him to approach.
Paddy steps out of his pants, but leaves his dress shirt on, completely unbuttoned. The mattress dips when his knee lands on the edge. He settles in front of me on his knees, his eyes roaming my body. One hand falls on my knee, the other jerking his hard shaft.
“Look how sexy you are,” he says. “Giving into my commands. I see why you like this so much.”
The hand on my knee moves to my balls. He massages them, easing the throbbing coursing through me. “Yes, fuck, yes.” I round my shoulders, struggling to get comfortable while he plays with me.
“Should I take you dry? I don’t think you deserve lube after the way you acted today.”
A finger circles the rim of my hole, and I moan. “I’m sorry,” I say, a whimper leaving my lips. “I am. Please.”
“I don’t believe you, Michael.”
“I’ll show you.”
He grins, a lopsided boyish grin that enhances the dimple in his chin, and my heart melts. Reaching for the nightstand, he grabs the lube and drips it on my cock. I groan at the cool sensation, but he warms it quickly, taking my dick in his hand and stroking me.
“Knees to chest, baby, and spread wide.”
I shiver at the growling tone, doing what he asks. Flexing his hips, Paddy slides his cock against mine, coating them both with lube. He grunts, thrusting into me and stroking us together with one hand. The warm, velvety smooth skin of his erection feels so good against mine.
“I need to come.” I cry out, my nails digging into the flesh of my thighs.
“Oh, not yet, Michael.” Paddy croons, his hands still fucking us both, connected in a way that’s driving me too wild to protest.
