Page 136 of His Trick

“Let me hear you scream, Carrington. Let me hear how much you want my cock inside your tight fucking ass. Are you brave enough to admit it, Big Boy? Can you take it?”

I laughed, my body shaking when he pressed that thickness right onto the small hole he had made inside me.

Ow. Okay. I could do this.

“Fucking hurt me, Shiloh. Make me bleed. I can’t fucking take it. So make me. Make me take your thick fucking cock.”

He whimpered, and I couldn’t fucking breathe.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

“Sun—shine—ah—fuck me, baby.”

“That’s it, Care Bear. Breathe through it. You’ve got this. Breathe. Nice and slow. Feel every inch of me inside you. I…I have to give you this.”

I ignored the hesitation in his voice and pushed back a little further, his thick head slipping past my borders, and a fullness making me pant as I kept sliding back.

God, this made me feel like I needed to shit. How is this pleasurable for anyone?

“Push past it, Carrington. Get deeper, then you’ll feel it.”

“How the fuck will I know when—oh fuck!”

A burst of euphoria hit me when his dick pushed in further, nearly fully inside now. A combination of pain and pleasure whirling inside me like a fucking tornado. My Sunshine was inside my fucking ass, taking me, taking control of everything I was afraid to give.

“I love you. God, fuck me, I love you.”

It was a chant I couldn’t stop as I came on the ground. Fuck, I was seeing stars. He was my sun, my moon, and my stars. My whole goddamn universe.

And I was his.

“Carrington, I fucking love you! Fuck I can’t help myself. I love you, too.”

His come shot into me like a firehose, the intensity of the pulsing making me come again. I couldn’t keep myself upright. I physically fell onto the floor of the haunted house, and he followed on top of me, his dick still lodged so damn deep into my ass.

“Stop making me fall for you, asshole,” I teased, while Shiloh tried to catch his breath. The atmosphere suddenly felt off, and my back was coated in cold wetness.

Tears.

From Shiloh.

Why was he crying?

I adjusted myself, pulling away from the love of my life, to sit so I could look at him as I tried to understand why he was crying harder than I had ever seen him before. His father hadn’t even brought on this kind of pain. Nothing had.

“Shiloh. What’s wrong?” I said, concern lacing my tone, as I scooted forward to wrap him in my arms. “Baby, talk to me. What happened? Did I hurt you?”

I looked over his body as he continued to break in my arms.

“I-I’m a fucking monster. I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t ha-have taken that from you. I shouldn’t ha-have even come he-here.”

I searched his eyes, gripping his chin in my hand, forcing him to look at me.

Broken.

Destroyed.

He looked like his heart was shattering, and in turn, mine squeezed.