Page 116 of Ready to Cash Out

Trev lifted his ass so he could bring the head of Jupiter’s cock to his soft hole. “Aw, is that what you want, Daddy? This right here?”

“Fuckin’ tease.” Jupiter’s voice was hoarse, and his cock throbbed in Trev’s hand. “Baby doll, come on…”

“But I’m having the best time, sir,” Trev said sweetly even as he yearned for every inch of that thick length to press inside and completely wreck him.

Jupiter hadn’t been the nicest when Trev was chained up, so this would finally square things up between them.

Probably.

Trev pushed the head in, just enough for his body to feel the pressure of being opened once more. It was so much more than his fingers, firm and solid in a way that made him want to slam back and take it all at once. He lifted his hips up so that it slipped out, rubbed it around slowly, and then let it push inside again.

Jupiter grunted noisily.

Trev paid him no mind. He continued to play with Jupiter’s cock like it was his own personal toy, fucking it in and out of his hole—but only the first inch or so. The gradual buildup of tension was delicious, and he expected that Jupiter wouldn’t be able to tolerate it for long.

It was already driving Trev nuts.

Jupiter grabbed the back of Trev’s collar and pulled. “No more games, baby doll.” His other hand latched on to Trev’s hip, pushing him down just as his hips slammed upward to bury the rest of his cock inside Trev with one smooth thrust.

“Ah! Fuck!” Trev gasped, his hole throbbing to finally be stuffed full. He whined as Jupiter kept a hold of the collar and prevented him from pulling away. Not that he actually wanted to, but he loved the sharp tug against his neck as he struggled. “Oh God… Jupiter.”

“Do you like that, baby doll?” Jupiter gave Trev’s ass a firm smack.

“Ah… yes.” Trev groaned, his back arching when Jupiter pushed his hips forward and yanked on the collar. “God, yes, sir.”

Jupiter slammed into Trev, fucking him hard and fast. Even with the chains, he was able to get a surprising amount of leverage and pound Trev’s ass.

Trev whined, bouncing helplessly on Jupiter’s cock. The friction was overwhelming, each thrust pushing against his sensitive inner walls and making him hungry for more. The possessive pull of the collar made Trev feel lightheaded, but it wasn’t because his breathing was being constricted in any significant manner.

No, it was the frantic urge to be owned.

He wanted to belong to Jupiter in a way he’d never felt before, one that his soul yearned for and simultaneously rallied against. He had never needed anyone and swore that he wouldn’t start now, but he couldn’t escape how his body craved Jupiter like he was the very air he needed to breathe.

The way he growled so seductively in Trev’s ear, the claw of his fingers into Trev’s skin, the powerful force behind every slam, and the incredible precision with which he crashed their bodies together to make each collision explode with bliss…

Fuck.

Maybe Trev was already his and he just hadn’t realized it until now.

“Turn around.” Jupiter let go of the collar. “I want to see you.”

Trev’s legs were wobbly as he pulled off Jupiter’s cock to switch positions. Even though Jupiter had arguably been doing the heavy lifting, Trev’s body was wrung out and jittery as if he’d just completed a marathon. He straddled Jupiter’s lap and hurried to get his cock back inside of him.

Those few seconds of being empty were a few too many, and he groaned happily as he sank down once more.

God, yes.

Trev sat flush in Jupiter’s lap and grinded his hips forward, sliding his hands up Jupiter’s chest. “Mm, like this, Daddy? Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, baby doll.” Jupiter hugged Trev close and fanned his hands across his lower back and hips. “You look so beautiful getting fucked. I wanted to see your face when you come on my big cock.”

“Yeah?” Trev circled his hips wide and then thrust forward, mewling. “F-fuck, yeah.”

“Go on, baby,” Jupiter urged. “Go on and get you some, huh?”

Trev was in control now—though he would argue that he’d never lost it—and he put his feet flat on the bend so he could raise up and slam back down. He reached over Jupiter to grab the headboard and fucked himself harder, faster, taking everything that he wanted.

The ache was exquisite, the pressure rich, and the view of Jupiter’s face caught in pleasure was divine. Trev loved how he looked at him, as if he was the sexiest thing Juniper had ever seen—which of course he was.

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