Page 39 of Casual Felonies (Wildlings #1)

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Shock registers in Rami’s eyes as he watches me fuck and stretch myself on my fingers. His mouth drops open when I straddle him, then slide down his big, beautiful cock.

My dick bobs between us as I roll my hips, fucking myself on him like he’s my own personal sex toy.

Leaning forward, I slide my hand over his neck again, using the other to tease his nipples as I clench around his hardness.

Rami arches into my palm, and I tighten my fingers around his neck… just a little.

Within minutes, he’s spun up so tight he’s chanting. “Please let me come. Please let me come. Please let me come, or I’m gonna die .”

I do love being an absolute bastard with this man’s orgasms. Even as I’m dripping with need, reveling in the fullness of him inside me, I give him one last squeeze and pull away from his beautiful cock.

He growls, laid out on the bed like a fucking sundial. “I am going to fucking kill?—”

I flip him onto his belly, cutting off his complaint.

Grabbing the oil, I stripe his ass with it, then knead it into the soft flesh, starting with his hips and working my way inward.

He whimpers as my fingers breach the fold, oiling the sensitive passage while avoiding the one place he desperately wants me to go.

He widens his legs, pushing his ass out so that I can see his perfect, pink hole. “ True . I beg of you.”

A pleased sound emanates from my low belly, and I finally circle the bunched, nerve-filled skin with my fingertip. He lets out a groan of relief and pushes against my finger, greedy for more.

“ Please .”

I slip a finger inside him, just the tip, and he looks about ready to cry from relief.

“ More .”

I remove the finger, and he goes quiet.

Don’t beg, don’t beg, don’t beg, he chants to himself.

“Mm, good boy.”

This time, I use two oiled fingers to stretch him, delving deep, teasing the bundle of nerves that has no doubt been crying out, begging to be touched. I add a third finger to the party, and the way his pretty hole stretches around them makes me want to pledge my body to him for all eternity.

Slow down, Speedracer.

Only…I don’t wanna slow down.

By the time I add a fourth finger to the bunched and oiled digits, he’s about out of his fucking mind.

“I need… I need…”

He loses his words, banging his fist on the soft bedding. I withdraw my fingers.

Before he can complain, I say, “Time to take me, sweetheart. Spread your cheeks.”

Oh, thank God , he mutters, seemingly unsure if he’s angry or just horny as fuck.

He gets his knees under him and spreads his cheeks like a good boy.

After taking a moment to admire his perfect, hairy hole, I push inside him, bit by torturous bit.

With the side of his face smashed against the mattress, he lets out a low guttural noise as I breach him, insistent, not stopping until I’m fully seated.

“How do I keep forgetting the girth?” he whines, shifting his hips, seeking relief, but I stop him with a firm grip.

“Tsk, tsk. Have you forgotten who’s running the show?” I pull him upright, tight against my chest like before. “Stay still, baby boy. Relax. Let me in.”

“How’m I supposed to relax with the entire state of Florida buried in my ass?”

I chuckle, and he sends a mean look over his shoulder, which only makes me laugh harder.

“I can feel you laughing,” he complains, even as he melts against me.

Splaying my open palm against his flat belly, I subtly press down as I shift my hips, intensifying the stroke.

“You’re a monster,” he whines.

Biting his shoulder, I grab the oil, massaging it into his chest, avoiding his sensitive spots until he complains. Only then do I finally twist and pull on his nipples.

“You. Are. Killing. Me.”

Still twisting one poor, abused nipple, my other hand drops to his needy dick, stroking it hard and fast. Too hard. Too fast.

Maybe I should…

“More,” he begs.

I comply, and Rami goes still, biting back the moans and whimpers that want to fall from his lips, hoping I won’t know how close he is. Eventually, though, he gives himself away, unable to help the tight clench.

I stop stroking, then hum at the sensitive skin of his shoulder as I look down at Rami’s desperate cock, twitching, searching for any point of contact, willing to hump the air at this point.

“Oh, baby. Look how needy and debauched you are. Oiled and on the razor’s edge of a ruined orgasm,” I say as mournfully as I can manage. “Should I torture you some more, or should I finally give you the relief you so desperately need?”

“Asshole,” is all he can manage through clenched teeth. Then a whimpered, “ Please .”

The tension, like an overstretched rubber band, finally snaps. Before I can name the change in energy, I’m tossing Rami onto his belly again, grunting as I land on him, burying my cock deeper still.

Gone are the taunts, the teasing, not-nearly-enough touches.

I shove my hands under his shoulders, gripping them with bruising fingertips, using the point of contact as leverage.

Drawing back, I slam into him. Again and again, I push inside, owning him, rutting into him like an animal as the pleasure takes over my body.

I’m all over him, pressing him into the mattress, his poor oiled cock and abused, sensitive nipples being dragged against the silky material. I speed up, splitting him in two, selfish, unaware of anything but his hole.

He’s a rag doll, my own personal fuck toy. Helpless against the onslaught.

“Take it,” I demand, pushing to find new depths inside him. “Take every inch.”

“Please,” Rami whines, pushing back against me, clenching so hard I might lose my ever-loving mind. “Give me everything.”

I bottom out again and again, bucking into him until pleasure rampages through my body, nearly passing out as I shoot hot cum inside him, filling him in every way possible.

I’m weirdly proud of him for finally breaking me down, and I continue wringing pleasure out of every last muscle fiber in his body until he cries out, “Too much, too much, too much,” even while rolling his hips. As if he can’t help himself.

“That’s right, baby,” I whisper into his ear, my breath ragged as I continue thrusting. “You feel so good under me, coming so hard.”

Satisfied that I fully own him—though fuck knows he owns me too—I pull away. He groans as my cock leaves his body, then sucks in a sharp breath when I spread his cheeks, thumbing the sensitive rim.

“Mm, Rami. This used hole is so sloppy.” I lean in and bite the shelf of his ass. “So beautiful.”

Pulling back, I watch as cum leaks out of him, dripping down the seam of his balls. With my thumb, I push it back inside of Rami’s perfect ass, repeating the process again and again. He sneaks a look over his shoulder and smiles.

“What’re you smiling about?” I ask, licking my lips as I wait for more cum to drip out of him.

His hole starts to close under my care, and slowly, my blown-out circuits come back online. He finally becomes aware of the cooling slick of cum below him.

“Eww, gross. I’m a sticky mess,” he complains, shifting his hips, pushing against my curious fingers. “You’ve ruined me.”

Letting out a satisfied sigh, I grin. “That I did.”

As much as he fusses, Rami’s just a pile of melted muscle, unable to even push himself up off the bed yet. I leave him behind and make my way to his fancy en suite bathroom, turning on the shower. As the water heats, I return to the bed, my hands immediately going for his ass.

Grabbing a cheek, I shake it. “Come on. Let’s wash this oil off your body and change your sheets.”

Rami gripes but lets me help him up, leaning against me as we make our way into the large spa shower. He stands there, wavering as I soap him up, removing all traces of our lovemaking, gentle with his hole as I clean him.

“How was that?” I ask, kissing him gently as I stroke my thumbs over his cheekbones.

“You are the worst ,” he grumbles, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mean that. “You made me feel like a junkie, strung out on your touch, begging for more.”

I stare into his eyes, loving that he begs for more. “It’s not my fault you beg so pretty.”

“You are going to be the death of me.” I go quiet, and he nudges me. “Did I say the wrong thing?”

I shake my head. “It’s just… I don’t want to be the death of you. The opposite, in fact.” I kiss him, raw and needy. “I keep waking up next to you, and it keeps not freaking me out.”

“Do you want to be freaked out?”

“No,” I say, the admission weakening my knees in the best way possible.

“That reminds me,” he says, deliciously smug. “Your willingness to go after Whitaker, even though it would have fucked you up, isn’t very one-and-done of you.”

I dip my chin. “You noticed that, huh?”

Rami cups my jaw and gives me a sweet kiss. “Yeah, well, stalking you wasn’t very one-and-done of me either.”