Page 112 of Twisted Needs

I feel his hand on my cheek again, his thumb dragging lightly over my bottom lip. He brushes his nose over mine, just barely there. His thumb presses in just enough to make me react, parting my lips and testing the waters. “Ah,” he guides softly, widening his mouth. “Little wider for me.”

A feathery exhale slips out of me before I can stop it, not moving an inch when his thumb swipes over my tongue. The look in his eyes is pure curiosity, feeling the roughness of my buds and the warmth of my shaky breath.

“You’ve never been more obedient,” he murmurs, sounding like he’s in awe. “You’re such a good little boy, Anders. You were always on your best behavior for me growing up.” He gives me a bullshitting grin.

“Fucking liar.” I let out a pained chuckle.

“Focus on sucking,” Parker murmurs, picking up his speed again. “Lose yourself.”

I close my mouth around him, tasting the salt of his skin and taking in as much of it as I can—sucking his digit like I’m drinking him in. The pain in my rear spikes for a moment before it slowly fizzles into unimaginable pleasure.

Finally…

Parker doesn’t thrust in a way that feels normal. His movements are fueled by pent-up aggression. He fucks me like he’s angry at the world and taking it all out on me.

I nuzzle my face into the nape of his neck, where it meets shoulder, and cling onto him. My nails dig into the hard muscle of his back, marking him like he’s mine. “Harder,” I pant. “More, Pet’ka.”

“Okay,” he breathes, stealing a kiss. “Mmm. I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

I kiss him back, tugging on his lip. “Please,” I whisper, cupping his face and brushing my nose over his.

His beard prickles against my cheek. He squeezes my jaw and kisses me all over my face, unable to stop himself. When he finally pulls away, Parker straightens his back, takes a hold of my thighs, and breathes through clenched teeth as he plunges into me. The sharp clapping sound of his balls smacking against me stretches from wall to wall.

“There we go,” he pants. “Better, yeah?”

I nod, my entire body moving as he thrusts his cock straight down my ass. Each one hits my spot, and each one makes me cry out. The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing, uneven yet in complete harmony.

He briskly brushes his finger over mine, petting me. A low, unfurled hum pitches in the back of my throat, sounding more like a purr. It’s not even the sensation I feel from it that completely undoes me; it’s his eyes, dark and predatory, peering down at me like I’m something for him to own. He looks at me like he doesn’t even know my name. I’m just a boy who’s only purpose in life is to let him use me in whichever way he deems fit. There’s no humanity in it, no feelings. He’s running off the natural instincts every man has. To take, to touch, and to pleasure himself. It’s completely exhilarating.

My own movements turn languid, unable to do anything but lie on the bed and surrender myself to him. I arch my back and grip the comforter, my head tipping back before I can stop it, and cry out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure that keeps growing between my legs.

I reach down to stroke myself, but Parker swats my hand away, bringing me back to reality a little. “Nuh-uh.”

“Wha—?”

“I didn’t say you could do that,” Parker breathes, giving me a boisterous grin. “You don’t get to touch yourself, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“No touching.”

“Petchka.” I laugh thinly. “It’s…mine.”

“Your what?” He’s absolutely fucking with me.

“My—”

“No it’s not,” he says like it’s a known fact, his mouth contorting into a faked serious expression. “This is mine now.” He fists my dick and strokes me roughly. I suck in a breath through my teeth, feeling the arousal swelling. “My penis,” he mutters roughly. Parker leans in. “My perfect little pussy…” He swipes his knuckle across the tip of my nose. “My very handsome boy.”

I can’t decide if I want to roll my eyes or fully surrender myself right then and there.

“Yours?” I laugh breathlessly.

“From head to toe…” Parker grunts, sliding his hand up and down my thigh. “You have a beautiful body, sweetheart. I’ve waited so long to see it.”

“Have you now?” I pant.

“Without a doubt,” he nods, letting my legs drop and spread apart enough for him to situate himself between them. Parker leans in and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “So worth the wait.”