Page 84 of Shattered

“Do.” His hips snap forward again quick and hard, knocking the air out of me as I claw at the tiled walls.

“You,” he growls, fucking himself into me so deep.

“Belong.” His voice breaks as if his holding on and I know I won’t be far behind me with each snap of his hips. The head of his dick brushes against that button inside. My balls tingle ready for release.

“To?”

“You, you!” I scream, my voice becoming hoarse. “You, sir, I belong to you.” His fingers loosen as they leave my neck and slide down my chest.

“Brayden, shit. Tell me you love me. I want to come in this tight ass while you tell me.”

“I love you, Bohdi. I fucking love you.”

“Again,” he moans, his dick smacking into my ass in punishing snaps.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I repeat and repeat until he stills and roars my name.

“Brayden, fuck, fuck.” His hips slowly pump and he slides his dick out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and I’m teetering on the edge of release. “Turn around.”

His hoarse voice has me dizzy as his hands grip me and turn me around. Bohdi drops to his knees in front of me and my dick takes note as pre-cum leaks out of my tip and travels down my dick. Bohdi leans forward, licking up the pre-cum and then his lips cover the head, as he sucks on it so hard it defies physics and logic. My eyes flutter, legs trembling and eyes rolling to the back of my head, seeing stars. Bohdi carries on paying attention to my head and then his mouth slides down my dick and he gags, his throat, squeezing the hell out of my dick. Bohdi’s finger slips into my hole, using his other finger to gather up his leaking cum as he pushes it back inside me. Over and over, he does this and I know I won’t hold out much longer. I grip the strands of Bodhi’s hair as a tingle begins at the bottom of my spine and my balls draw up.

“Bohdi, fuck. I’m going to come.” Bohdi continues sucking the head like he’s waiting for his favorite drink to pour out. While his fingers milk the fuck out of my prostate. And when that first rope of cum spills down Bohdi’s throat, my brain short circuits as euphoria washes through me like a tidal wave.

“Shitmotherfuckingod!” I spew nonsense, not knowing what I’m saying as I spill ropes and ropes of cum down Bohdi’s throat. Bohdi licks up every drop and as his tongue swipes over thehead, my legs spasm and I fall to the shower floor. Both me and Bohdi burst out laughing.

“Best blowjob ever,” I pant, closing my eyes and leaning back against the tiled wall.

“Only blowjob ever,” Bohdi growls. “In my mind, you’ve never had a blow job before. In fact, you’ve never been with anyone before. I’m your first and last.” He grabs my cheeks, pressing a kiss to me. The slight taste of myself has me licking my lips and Bohdi’s eyebrow raises as his eyes which darkens instantly follow the trail of my lip.

“I love your jealousy.” I smirk.

Bohdi pulls up a loofah between us. “Your time to wash me.”

My eyes widen. “Is that the one you used on me?” I stare at him wide-eyed; his brows draw together in confusion.

“Yeah, why?”

I burst out laughing. “That’s Cope’s.”

Bohdi’s mouth opens as he covers it with one hand. “Damn,” he says before he burst out laughing along with me. “I’ll buy him a new one.”

Chapter forty-five

Bohdi

One week later

Brayden pummels the bag as if he holds a personal grudge against it. Each strike seems to channel the turmoil swirling in his mind, as if he can transfer the weight of his daily pain into the fabric. His bare hands are clenched, desperate to unload the burden they carried.

“It’s been a rough day,” Kal murmurs beside me. I shift my gaze to him, but he remains fixated on Brayden.

“What happened?” I question.

“Nothing,” he whispers. “Absolutely nothing. Brayden’s just having a tough time.”

I nod, understanding. Those days ambush you when you least expect it. One moment, you’re laughing; the next, tears or screams consume you. There’s no specific trigger—it’s as if pain strikes you out of nowhere.

“I don’t need to remind you, but please watch over him.”

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