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“So goddamn tight,” I breathed out. “You take me so goddamn well, little wolf.”

He moaned with the praise and pushed back harder. Over and over, he fucked himself on my cock. Every wet drag pounded against his prostate, and the kitchen filled with his loud moans and ragged breathing.

I honed in on how his pace fractured and grew unsteady as his release surged up on him. I grabbed his hips as I pulled out completely. His hole clenched around nothing.

“Rhodes,” he whined. “Please… I’m so close.”

“I know. I gave you a reward, little wolf,” I reminded him. “You asked me to fuck you. You didn’t ask to come too.”

“No,” Theo groaned.

“Words are everything,” I said. I planted a hand on his upper back to hold him down. “Now, hold still while I fuck you. Once your ass is dripping with my cum, I’ll give you what you want.”

I drove back into him with one brutal stroke. A punched-out cry tore free from his chest as his body lurched forward against the counter. His hands flew to the countertop, and I cracked my palm over his ass.

“Hands back where they were,” I ordered. “I didn’t tell you to let go.”

He quickly did as I asked, spreading himself open again. I didn’t give him time to catch his breath. I pulled out and slammed back in. His drawn-out moan shot straight to my balls, spurring me on.

I fucked him without mercy. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the kitchen, mingling with my grunts and his uninhibited moans. The heat coiled tighter in my core with every thrust. His legs trembled, and his muscles fluttered almost violently around me as he tried to hold off his release.

“Not yet, little wolf,” I snapped breathlessly. I fucked him into the countertop as the pressure in my spine spiked and my balls drew up tight. “Clench for me. Show me how badly you want my cum.”

He clenched. The words hadn’t finished leaving my mouth before his body answered in a ripple of muscle that gripped me so tight I felt it everywhere. Every stroke into him was met with that same suffocating squeeze.

“Fuck,” I bit out. “Just like that. Don’t you fucking stop.”

He clenched again—a vicious grip that locked around my length and held on for dear life. My rhythm shattered, and my hips stuttered against his ass. All my control snapped before I could stop it. I buried myself inside him, my cock pulsing and my cum flooding his insides in hot waves.

I fucked him through, even as the oversensitivity made me shudder. Every thrust pushed more of my cum deeper into him before dragging it out. As the waves of pleasure faded, I palmed his ass and drew out slowly. I watched with satisfaction as my cum spilled out of his gaping hole. His muscles clenched around nothing desperately, fluttering as a moan escaped him.

I swiped my fingers through the mess and pushed it back inside him with two fingers, deliberately stroking his prostate in the process. His body jerked under me.

“Please,” Theo begged.

I pulled out and hauled him upright. His body sagged against mine as I accepted the brunt of his weight. His head tipped back against my shoulder, and I could feel every tremor rolling through him. He was wound up and ready to snap. I wrapped a firm hand around his throat, feeling how his pulse hammered in my palm. My other hand dropped to his dick, and I could feel the wild way it throbbed with his need for release.

“Come for me,” I said in his ear. “Come all over that counter, little wolf. Make a mess for me.”

I stroked him fast and hard like he liked—a little tighter than most and twisting with every upward pass. The extra friction and pressure made him shatter like it always did. His body locked up with a strangled moan that vibrated against my palm. His cock pulsed in my fist, his cum shooting onto the countertop. It spilled across my fingers as I fucked him through it until he had nothing left to give.

His legs damn near gave out, and I kept him upright. My hand slid down from his neck and circled his waist, making sure he didn’t collapse. As his tremors began to subside, I brought my cum-covered fingers up to his mouth.

“Open,” I said. He did, and I pushed my fingers between his lips. He licked and sucked my fingers clean, swallowing every drop. I took in the lazy, satisfied expression on his face and committed it to memory because he was so goddamn perfect like this. I murmured. “Such a good boy.”

I turned his face gently and kissed him without urgency. When I pulled back, his head remained tipped against mine as his breathing finally began to settle.

“You good?” I asked, quietly checking in. A sated smile instantly curled his lips.

“So fucking good,” he replied, and I chuckled before kissing him again.

CHAPTER 49

Rhodes

SARIAH: If you don’t answer your damn phone, I swear I’ll borrow the band’s private jet and be at your door in a few hours.

Jesus fuck,” I muttered as I answered the phone. “I’m trying to pack, woman! I can’t do that if you keep fighting me!”