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Wandering hands jolt me awake. I’m barely conscious but my stupid dick is already getting hard. Wish I could say it’s from the orgasm denial, but I swear the traitorous appendage does it just for Rex.

I grumble, then try to wiggle away. “Still tired.”

But he drags me back against his chest anyway, his scratchy beard brushing my neck as he kisses my jaw, his hand already shoving into my pants. “Rise and shine, boy.”

“Don’t want to.”

Not entirely true, especially since I’m fully hard now and throbbing under his palm. “I’m sore as hell from you railing me yesterday morning.”

He stills for a second, then out of nowhere, he reaches around and pinches the back of my thigh hard enough to sting.

“Ow! The hell was that for?”

I try to jerk away, but he’s got me locked in place.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.”

His voice rumbles low in my ear.

I huff, glaring at the peeling wallpaper across from me. “Cannot.”

Another pinch makes me yelp, this time right on my ass. Before I can properly cuss him out, Rex has me flipped onto my back. He undresses me and tosses my clothes to the floor, leaving me bare and exposed. “Can too. And just for that, you get a special surprise now.”

I glare up at him even as heat swirls in my gut. “Great. Can’t wait.”

“Smartass.”

A click of the lube bottle cap echoes loudly in the quiet room, then he disappears under the blankets, maneuvering me how he likes.

So much for getting more sleep, and I’m not really lying. My legs are sore from all the hiking.

I bite my bottom lip, stifling a groan as his fingers tease my asshole. Between the pinching and the cold lube, I’m fully awake now.

“Can’t be helped,”

he says, barely stifling a laugh as he pushes two fingers inside.

My legs spread wider as he moves them in and out slowly, the cold lube warming up quickly as he works me open. I grunt, unable to stop my hips from bucking, from visible pleading for more friction.

He releases another chuckle as he shoves his fingers in deep, then curls them right against my sweet spot. “My boy is so fuckin’ sensitive.”

“Fuck!”

I arch off the bed, but he just keeps rubbing that spot relentlessly.

“What was it you said yesterday? Something that started with a p?”

I shake my head, biting my lip even as intense heat floods my groin like a lava flow from hell. Not begging. No way.

Too soon, he adds a third finger, then finger-fucks me until I’m a moaning, trembling mess.

I’m glad Rex’s under the blankets, otherwise he’d be watching my reactions. Rex loves eye contact, but I can’t stand it. Especially when he notices something’s off.

I stare stubbornly at the ceiling, biting back every whimper and plea wanting to escape.

He yanks his fingers free, leaving me empty and aching.

The mattress shifts as he flings the blanket off to get into position, then he nudges his slick cockhead against my hole, exhaling shakily as he pushes inside.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

He groans, his thumb rubbing my rim. Another thing he likes to do whenever he’s inside me.

He rolls his hips slowly, letting me adjust before his hands clamp my hips in a vice grip. We rock together, his cock gliding smoother now.

I choke back another moan, fingers knotting in the sheets. Gotta stay quiet. I can’t let him hear how wrecked I already am. But he knows my body too damn well by now.

“Time for that somethin’ special.”

He twists in one quick motion, maneuvering me on top, spreading my legs wide until I bottom out.

My jaw drops, struggling to breathe for a second, feeling way too full.

Rex only tucks his arms behind his head and grins up at me.

Bastard.

When I don’t move, he rolls his hips until I hiss, hands landing on his chest so I don’t faceplant on him.

“Well, get moving, boy. You’re steering this ride today.”

I blink down at him. Rex is always the one controlling shit. But now he’s letting me take the reins?

That’s new.

I rock my hips carefully, testing it out. The stretch burns in the best way as I start riding him. I grind down hard to take him deep, then slide back up his long shaft.

He just lies there and takes it for once, grunting as he watches me work. The new position is intoxicating. I’m the one using him for my pleasure.

I bounce faster, swiveling my hips so that his cock hits all the right spots. I throw my head back with a dirty groan, greedily milking his length with my ass, my nails clawing at his chest.

“Fuck, look at you go. Ride me just how you like it, beautiful boy.”

His gravelly praise spurs me onward. My hands roam over his muscular, slightly hairy chest as I really put everything I’ve got into riding him.

“Fuck, just like that.”

His palm connects with my ass.

“More.”

He obliges.

“More . . . more.”

My dick is leaking all over his stomach, my fingers digging into his skin. I’m so hot, I’m sure I’m burning from the inside out. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

It feels so fucking good.

Dirty, filthy animal.

My father’s voice invades my head, cold and snarling as it hurls more of his insults, his words stabbing like shards of ice. No matter how hard I try to push it away, the image of him looming over me invades my mind next.

The stench of alcohol is so real, it’s as if he’s right here.

Any trace of pleasure withers up in an instant until there’s just shame creeping through me, paralyzing my muscles. Even my dick—already way smaller than Rex’s massive one—goes soft.

“Whoa.”

Rex curls his arms up around my waist, confusion wrinkling his forehead as he studies my face. “Where’d you go?”

I try to scramble away, to escape the echoes shredding me from within. I don’t want anyone to ever see, to know—least of all him.

But his grip is too strong, pinning me on him despite my struggles. “Stay right there.”

I’m lost, helplessly suffocating under the weight of my father’s oppressive presence that still haunts me from the grave. I continue to flail, but Rex’s too strong.

He searches my face, but he can’t see the ghost clinging to me, torturing me. He probably just sees a freaked-out idiot going soft at the worst time.

Haven’t lost it like this in a while. But it seems the closer I grow to Rex, the more this shit keeps coming up. And losing my erection . . . he’s going to push to figure out what’s wrong.

Then he’s gonna leave me behind again.

Before my thoughts continue down that path, Rex lightly grips my chin, forcing that eye contact I hate. “No running from whatever’s goin’ on inside that head of yours. We’re doing this.”