Anti-Hero (Wild Heart Ranch Book 4)
Anti-Hero: Chapter 26

In the distance, beyond the slick, sliding sounds of Ant taking an absolute pounding, I hear Abuela puttering around in the kitchen.

Whispering roughly, I warn, “Better be extra quiet. Don’t want your abuela to hear what a dirty boy her Ant can be for me.”

He says nothing, but his muscles twitch and strain under me, letting me know he’s close. He practically disappears under me, and I don’t know how he’s breathing with his face shoved into the pillow like that.

“You still breathing, baby? You can use your words.”

“Yesss,” he hisses. “I love it.”

“Good boy,” I emphasize with a hard hip roll. “Fuck, baby, your little body under mine turns me on so much. I fucking love taking you like this. So helpless and perfect for me.”

His silence sets me on fire, and I speed up, loving how his body languidly rocks up and back as I thrust into him. He turns his head to the side, sipping air with a small smile playing on his lips. He then angles just enough so our eyes meet, his steady gaze capturing mine as I bury myself inside him.

Fuck. That look of dark, helpless desire feeds my soul.

The nearly silent, boneless way he’s taking me—especially knowing how powerful and vicious he can be when the situation calls for it—sends ecstasy punching its way through every fiber in my body.

I drop my entire weight onto his prone, helpless body, pressing him even harder into the mattress, shaking as the orgasm throbs through me. Pumping his perfect hole full of cum makes me dizzy with pleasure, but I need to see it. Gasping for air, swaying like a drunk, I pull out and stroke myself through the rest of this never-ending orgasm, loving how the hot cum stripes Ant’s dripping, stretched hole and reddened ass.

“Fuck, you look beautiful covered in my cum,” I whisper, grabbing his hip, turning him over so he’s lying in my cum as more bubbles and spills from his stretched hole.

I eyeball his leaking cock, hard and straining toward his belly.

“Look who likes being used,” I murmur, running my thumb and forefinger through the stain on the bed before stroking his desperate cock.

He rolls his hips and lets out a little whimper.

“No, no, no. Don’t move, baby. Don’t make a sound, or I’ll stop.”

He presses his lips together and forces his body to relax, his eyes begging me to see he’s complied.

“There,” I say, delicately taking him in a deliberately insufficient two-finger stroke. “So good for me. You know how much I like it when you let me take over, don’t you?”

Not daring to even nod his head, he blinks once.

“So tiny and strong,” I say, running my free hand over his belly and chest, skimming the hard, needy nipples. “Such pretty skin and hair, delectable. Mine.”

I can’t resist the call of those hardened, cherry-chocolate nubs and leave his needy cock to capture both between thumb and forefinger. He arches when I first stretch them, but a look from me sends him melting back against the well-worn sheets.

“There you go. Take what I give you.”

I reward his cooperation by stretching and teasing his nipples for a few more seconds. When I release them, they’re fat and angry, riding the wave of his expanding and collapsing chest. Grinning, I dip down for a taste, and they are as delicious as they look.

His cock starts bobbing and leaking thick, slow drips of precum. I two-finger stroke him a few times, and he beautifully gives in to my touch, even as his eyes tell me the teasing is driving him out of his mind.

“You are trying so hard to be good for me, and I love it.”

I lean down and lick the stripe of precum spilling down the underside of his shaft, stopping to sip at his slit.

“You taste amazing, baby,” I whisper with a sigh, sliding my mouth down the entire length of him, ripping a tortured whimper from his throat.

I give him one more suck and pull back, putting my cum-soaked finger on his lips.

“No noise. Completely silent. You don’t want to traumatize your abuela,” I say in Spanish.

There’s a knock at the front door, and I listen, cursing under my breath as Gael lets in Javier and Levy.

“So many people. You’ll have to be especially quiet now,” I warn, sliding my fingers into his used hole, gathering my cum from his body. “You don’t want them to know I’m in here, taking you apart.”

He bites back another whimper and valiantly wills himself to go still as I spread my seed over his cock, speeding along my two-fingered strokes, twisting at the head. Pleasure and frustration ripple out along his muscles as he lies motionless.

“Oh look,” I tease, pulling away my hand. I lean in and nudge his sac with my nose, loving the way he smells dripping in my essence. “So tight and ready.”

He sends me a murderous look, and I widen my grin.

“Such an angry little Ant. Maybe we should stop now and join your family. Surely they’re wondering where we are.”

He widens his eyes, losing the attitude entirely, silently pleading with me to continue.

“Hm. That’s what I thought,” I whisper, now wrapping all my fingers around his shaft, loving how his pretty cock looks so small in my hand.

With the full pressure of my hand on him, my poor guy’s having a hard time making his muscles cooperate. Ant’s little body shakes with need, and I bet he’s willing to bargain with the Devil himself for me to fucking let him come.

“There you go, little one. Relax and let me make this feel good for you.”

No longer teasing him, I tighten my grip as I stroke him faster and faster. Within seconds, his entire undercarriage pulses and cum spurts from the tip of his cock like a fountain. I lean in and swallow him, drinking him down until he’s completely, utterly fucking drained. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“You were so good for me, baby,” I whisper, touching my nose to his.

He’s too wrung out and bleary to respond. I chuckle, running my fingertips across his overly sensitized skin. “You are perfection.”

“And you are the Devil,” he finally says, still unable to move.

He opens his mouth to complain more, but I cut him off with a deep, penetrating kiss that leaves no doubt how much I loved doing this with him.

“I’m going to rinse off and bring you a washcloth. You stay here.”

He nods lazily. “By the way, you’re no longer in charge here. I just can’t move yet.”

“I know.” I laugh, kissing his forehead. “I love you. I’ll be right back.”

“Fucking snuggle-Dom,” he grouses, entirely unable to make me take his glare seriously.

“Your snuggle-Dom, my love. Only yours.”

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