Page 211 of Shadowman

Byron’s back arches, eyes rolling. “Nngghh…”

“That’s it.” I drop my forehead onto his. Pushing in deeper, we groan in unison. “Fuck, baby,so good… Open up and swallow it. Every inch…”

“Uhh!” he gasps, fingers digging into the wet leaves while I pin his arms at his sides, drilling my whole cock into him with fervor. “Fffuck, I… I’m…Mmfff.”

My heart swells at the way he’s not making any sense, subdued by the pleasure he’s trying so hard not to accept. He loves it, we both know that. Despite how cross he is with me, I just don’t understand why herefusesto admit that he’s mine.

Is it someone else?

Is that what this is??

He likes how we fuck, but he wishes I were…

“Say my name,” I growl, working in and out of him, thrusting between his legs likeI’mhis man, because that’sexactlywho the fuck Iam.

I won’t accept anything else. Fucked up or not, Byron Kang is mine.

“Mmm…” His head tips back and he bites down on his lip.

Grabbing him hard by the face, I force him to look at me. “Say it.”

“Fuck you,” he gasps.

Pupils dilated, there’s the purest intoxication on his face from the sensation of my cock teasing his sweet spot. His dick is huge and hard and soaking wet between us.

I know he loves this…

I slap him across the face and snarl, “Don’t fuck with me, whore.”

He purrs, blinking slowly as his chest heaves and his cock leaks. Blissed out from the degradation—thepleasureof the pain.

“You don’t have a n-name…” he croaks. “You’re nothing to me but a great—uhhfuck.”

Jaw straining, I slap him once more and he mewls. “A great fuck, hm?”

“Anamazingfuck.” He shudders, body jostling with my savage thrusts. “The bestfuuuck… of my… life.”

“Then say… my…fucking… name,” I seethe over his lips, gripping his throat.

Reaching up, he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking it back hard. The sting has me squeezing his throat even harder.

“I don’t name my sex toys,” he purrs.

Squeeze.Harder.

His face is turning pink.

“Run that pretty mouth all you want, Byron… But you and I both know who owns this cunt.” I bite his bottom lip, and he whines. “Admit it. None of them give you what you need…No onefucks this pretty pussy but me.”

Pumping him with all my strength, I can tell he’s close to breaking. His muscles are tense, abs clenching. He can barely keep his eyes open.

“You’reuhh… sojealous. Aren’t you?” His grip on my hair loosens, his fingers are suddenly brushing sweetly through my damp locks.

“Baby, I will fuck you to death if it means no one else can have you,” I hiss.

Our eyes connect, gazes locked until his falls to my lips. He arches up to me and whimpers, “Trevel.”

And then he kisses me. It’s surprisingly soft, considering how hard we’re fucking; how aggressive and angry, and fucked up this sex is. Somehow, despite theroughness, his lips feel warm and delicate. His tongue is silky, and he tastesso fucking good.