Page 10 of Unspoken Rules

“Do my fingers feel good?” I ask.

“God yes,” he breathes out.

I add a second finger and spend a few moments teasing him while I get a better look at him. He’s so sexy, and exactly the way I like my men. Toned but not overly muscular. He could stand to gain a few pounds, but it doesn’t take away from the way he looks. It’s more of me worrying if he’s eating properly.

I love the thick hair around his thick cock. Love that there isn’t any on his chest, but a small bit around his belly button.

“Get a condom,” I say.

When he spots them beside him, he grabs the roll and tears one off. He fumbles with it as I fuck his ass, purposely stroking his prostate to see him squirm. Once he gets it open, he offers it to me. His teeth are sunk into his bottom lip, eyes heated.

I smirk and shake my head. “Put it on me.”

Shock crosses his face, and I press onto his prostate, causing his eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Cole. That feels so good.”

“Condom,” I bark.

I move closer to him, so I’m within his reach. Surprisingly, he gets the condom on without issue.

“Please fuck me now,” he begs.

The begging… I like the begging.

I pull my fingers from him and notch my dick at his hole.

“It’s not too late to stop.”

“Do not stop,” he says sharply.

I tease his hole by rubbing my cock around it, dragging it all the way to his balls. He shivers as I slide back down and press inside him. His ass practically swallows my cock, taking me in so easily. The way he feels around me is too good.

It shouldn’t feel this goddamn good.

“You okay?” I ask when I’m balls deep.

He smirks. “Be better if you were moving.”

A growl tears from my throat as I grind into him. His head presses into the mattress, eyes squeezing shut. I grip his thighs and fuck him. His cock bounces against his stomach as I slam into him. Bryson moans and whines. I don’t take it easy on him, yet he begs for more.

“Harder, Cole. Fuck me harder.”

I do as he asks, which is exactly what I want, and pound harder. The way he wants me drives me wild. The way he listens so well, and smiles when I praise him—it’s perfect. It shouldn’t be, but it is.

“Fuck your fist, baby. Make yourself come because I’m close.”

Bryson reaches for his dick, and I watch the way he gets himself off. Focusing around the head, moving hard and fast.

“Cole—” He whimpers.

“Not yet,” I growl. “Almost, but not yet.”

“I need to come. Please—”

“No,” I rasp out.

“Cole, please—”

I love the way he’s begging for me to let him come, even though he’s the one stroking his dick. He could come if he wanted to, but what he wants is my permission. And that? Holy shit, if that’s not the hottest thing.

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