Page 110 of The Bait

“You love my cock inside you,” Rhett rasped, already far too close to coming. “My cock, my come.”

“Fuck yes, baby,” he groaned. “Give it all to me.”

Rhett pushed him hard against the wall. The harder he pushed, the harder he fucked, the more Jay loved it.

His tight little ass taking him like a glove. Hot, all-consuming, addictive, and one hundred percent his.

“Gonna come inside you,” Rhett bit out, panting, desperate. “Need to come.”

“Fuck yes. Give it to me deep,” Jay said, his voice tight. “Wanna feel it.”

Rhett thrust up hard, once, twice, his cock impossiblyhard and swollen, his balls tight. He slammed up into him one more time, making him cry out, his feet off the floor, and Rhett came with a groan. His cock throbbing, shooting his load in Jay’s ass, thick spurts with every pulse.

Fuck.

Fuck, he felt so good.

Head spinning, chest heaving, he kept Jay pressed against the wall until he could catch his breath. And then he pulled his sensitive dick out.

“Don’t you dare pull out,” Jay said, turning around to shove him. “You’re not fucking done, Rhett.”

Rhett was used to this. He grabbed Jay easily, and Jay pretended to fight him, demanding to be fucked again. He was too small to fight him off for real, though he did put up a pretty decent struggle.

Until he got what he wanted.

Rhett shoved him onto the bed, roughly grabbed his ankles, and brought his ass to the edge of the bed. He folded him up, his legs near his chest, and he drove his cock into him again.

Jay’s eyes rolled closed, a salacious, victorious smile on his pretty lips. Every fucking time.

His feisty little whore loved every fucking minute of it.

Rhett fucked him, his cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, reaching that magic place inside him that drove him crazy. Rhett took Jay’s cock in his hand, stroking him to orgasm.

It never took long.

Jay screamed low in his throat, shooting come onto his belly as his orgasm rocketed through him.

And when he was slumped and sated, smiling sleepily, Rhett kissed him. “Feel better?”

Jay laughed. “Fuck yes.”

“I’ll run us a shower,” Rhett said. “We should probably go downstairs. They’re probably waiting for us.”

“Mm,” Jay hummed dreamily.

Rhett pulled out of him, making him whine again. But he went into their private bathroom, turned on the shower, and got undressed. His cock hung heavy, sensitive, but the warm water was amazing, and soon Jay was in there with him.

Rhett lifted his chin and kissed him. “I love you.”

Jay closed his eyes and smiled serenely. “I love you too. And your big dick, not gonna lie.”

Rhett snorted out a laugh. “Best behaviour when we go downstairs, okay?”

Jay chuckled. “Of course.”

Clean, dressed in their suits, and no longer reeking of sex, Rhett and Jay went downstairs. Rhett spotted Harry and Asher and another two men on the patio off the kitchen and headed straight for them. They were all dressed in casual suits, sharp and handsome, each of them.

“Good afternoon,” Rhett said to the group. Then focused on Harry. “Looking good, all dressed up.”

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