Page 23 of They Break Beauty

Harder.

Rougher.

Faster and fucking faster until all I could hear were his growls and the slapping of flesh.

His cock was hot to the touch, much like his perfect ass.

Pleasure was building higher, almost making me delirious with it.

I released his hand and watched him take over, matching the roughness I’d used.

Shit, it was a hot-as-hell sight to behold.

“Yeah, rough up that big cock for me, darlin’.”

“Ungh… Jesus… yeah!”

I angled my cock slightly and it pushed him right over the edge.

“Hell fucking fuck!” he roared, a moment before he stiffened then came all over himself in a hell of a mouthwatering sticky mess.

I was right behind him as he milked my cock, squeezing so deliciously, ecstasy took me.

As I pumped my cum deep in his ass, the sight of his own stickiness all over his stomach sparked that dirtiness in me and as I pulled out, I sat back between his thighs and slicked my fingers in my hot cum trying to leak down his ass crack.

I gathered it and started to push it back in, delighting in Mason trembling from the oversensitivity.

The door flew open and Levi strolled in the very next second fully dressed in his go-to black camo pants and his hoodie.

He smirked as he caught sight of me between Mason’s spread thighs, my fingers in his ass pushing my cum back inside, while Mason was lying spent after making a sticky mess all over his abs.

Lev focused on that last part. “That’s a lot of cum. Been playing the abstinence game for way too long again, Mason?”

Mason grunted and went to pull the covers up to shield his naked body from Lev’s view, but I was there in the next second before he could. “We’re not completely done, darlin’,” I said, as I leaned in and started licking up all the cum off his abs and some leaking down his shaft.

“Ah, shit,” he groaned, his thighs shaking in that sexy way.

When I was finished, I pulled the covers up to conceal his nakedness, and, holding them to his chest, he eased into a sitting position.

I was just pulling on my leather pants when Levi jumped on the bed beside Mason and leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head. “Right there with you on the dry spell situation.”

Mason frowned. “Impossible.”

“Yeah, Mason told me you’ve been street fighting again since you came back. Figured you’d be inundated with those fight bunnies,” I said, settling on my back at the foot of the bed and turning my head toward them as I chilled and basked in the rest of the afterglow.

“I was. Sammy had a great homecoming for me. After that first business-only fight, anyway.” He shrugged. “I didn’t feel like it, though. Not for the last year, actually.”

Mason and I exchanged a look.

That was… off.

Levi Knight wasn’t exactly one to turn down admiration or worship—in any form.

We had that shit in common.

“Want me to throw you one?” I asked, grinning at him. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll get right on it. I assume you’ll wanna top?”

He grinned right back at me. “Appreciated, cupcake, but you know it’s not my scene.”

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