Page 57 of His Trick

Is he begging me to stop? Or accepting that he needs me to continue.

“You’re doing so fucking good, Baby, keep it up,” I demanded. My teeth caught his ear, biting down. “Take every fucking inch of my fingers, Shiloh. You were built to be split open for me. I need to know you can handle my fingers so you’re ready for my cock.”

He sobbed, shaking his head. “Care Bear—fuck—I won’t make it. I can’t. I’m going to.”

His body did take it. His body fucking begged for more.

I fucked him mercilessly with my hand, grinding deeper until I found that spot that made him choke on his own breath. His whole body jolted forward and back, rolling against me, and rubbing my cock so damn hard I was trembling.

“I’m not going to be alone in this,” he growled, reaching around and gripping my dick in an awkward hold that had me hissing.

“You are going to feel this, too. If you want me to fucking break, then break for me. Give me this, you stubborn, fucking asshole. Break. For. Me.”

I smirked against his neck, but his hands moved under my balls, and his fingers headed toward my foreign skin.

Can I really surrender something like that for someone? Even Shiloh?

I kept my pace with my hand, unwilling to break away from the pleasure ravaging through his body. If that meant he was going to do this to me…

So be it.

I clenched around his fingers, unable to stop myself.

“Holy fuck. That’s the part of you no one’s ever touched, isn’t it? Well, guess what, you dick. It’s mine now.”

Something about hearing this man claim a part of me made me soften for him. My dick was anything but soft. I was harderthan I had ever been, and I couldn’t help the whimpers escaping my own fucking mouth as his fingers explored deeper.

Each thrust hit it again, until he was unraveling, and so was I. I couldn’t handle this weakness, I felt. My hips bucked, my dick rubbing against his back while my nuts and ass were under his control. We were stuck in a brutal rhythm we couldn’t escape.

“Let go,” he gasped. “I can’t. Not without you…”

Without me.

He needed me to come, to know this wasn’t just him losing himself to me. That I was just as enraptured in this fucking spell, too.

“Fuck. I will, Sunshine. You have me on the edge. You’re going to come all over the wall while my fingers are buried inside your ass.”

He groaned, and I could feel him trying to pull away.

“But…” I said, yanking him back to me by his dick, letting him turn his body slightly to face me.

I felt…vulnerable, but I couldn’t stop the words.

“But…so will I. I can’t resist you. I need to know why you can make me feel. So fucking come. And then you’ll know you aren’t alone.”

I linked my hands in his hair and kissed his neck. My hand found his tight little asshole again. He didn’t stop touching me. He got deeper and made me lose my goddamn mind. I was…losing control.

For him.

For my Sunshine.

“Oh my fucking god, Carrington. Holy fuck. Why? Why is it only you?”

He screamed when it hit him, release tearing through him hard enough to shake his knees, and I couldn’t hold on anymore.

His come floated thick down into the water, his whole body writhing under mine as I held him down and fuckedhim through it. His walls squeezed my fingers so tight that it bordered on painful, and that made me come harder. There was something oddly beautiful about our come mingling together inside the water, twisting and turning to mix as one.

I sagged forward into his chest, unable to fucking breathe, holding onto Shiloh, riding him until every last drop was wrung out of him.