Page 67 of Shattered

Think of work, think of all the presentations you have to go back to and watch and mark. Work. Work. Work,I tell myself, begging my dick to not release already.

“Fucomffahh,” Brayden mews. He whimpers as I push in further and I have to stop.

“Baby, I need you to relax for me. You’re too tight.”

“Ahh fuck, call me baby again,” he whines, begging me like a thirsty, slutty boy desperate for my dick.

“You like when I call you baby?” I kiss down his jaw, his whimpers intensifying as I push further into him.

“Baby, if you keep squeezing my dick like that, I will come in two seconds,” I grit as I push further in. Stars begin to field my vision. This is the tightest, warmest feeling I have ever felt, and I never want to leave.

“Relax, baby. Relax, baby,” I repeat as he relaxes and I slide into the hilt, holding myself there as Brayden gasps and whines beneath me. Sweat drips from my head at how much I’m holding back right now. I could come right now, but I need to hold out for a little while. I need to experience what it’s like to trulyownBrayden.

“Fuck. I feel so full right now, Bohdi,” he gasps.

“I’m going to move.” I kiss his ear before sitting up and pulling out. Brayden winces, but when I push back in, his back rises off the bed.

“Holymotherfuck.”

“You got that right,” I grit, trying to hold myself back. His ass squeezes my dick incredibly tight.

“Bohdi.” Brayden grabs my arms and I stop, gazing down at him.

“I’ve been tested since I last had sex. I’m clean.” He gulps, his cheeks flushed. “I want you to come inside me.”

“Fuck.” My voice comes out hoarse, squeezing his thighs as I hold myself still. I know if I move right now, I’m going to come. I wait a minute, after a few deep breaths and an image of my workload, I pull out slowly, pulling off the condom.

“I’m clean too.”

Staring down at his hole, I had more lube before I push my swollen, leaking dick into him slowly andJesus fucking Christ. This is what heaven must feel like. His warm, tight hole squeezes my dick like it never wants to let go, and I’m happy to oblige. If someone asked me where I wanted to die, this would be it: in Brayden’s arms, buried deep inside him.

“There are no words to explain how fucking amazing you feel, baby.”

Brayden whimpers and whines, pushing himself further onto my dick as he shuffles on the bed. Gasps fly from his mouth as I push further in.

“Fuck me, sir.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuckkk!” I pull out and push myself in to him until I’m buried as deep as I can, and I pull back out again.

“It feels”—Brayden gasps as I push in a bit harder this time—“so good,” he whines.

“My dick was made for your hole.”

“Fuck me harder, sir, please.” Brayden's words turn me into some crazed person as I pull back and push in hard, my balls slapping against his ass.

“Right there. Ommfffckkk.”

“Right there, yeah.” I continue with my pace. Brayden’s eyes close as his head pushes into the pillow. A tingle begins at the bottom of my spine, and I know I can’t hold out anymore. My balls tighten.

“Brayden, I’m coming in this tight fucking ass. I want you to take every drop,” I grit out, squeezing his thighs.

“Yes, come in me, please,” he begs. I wrap my hand around his rock hard dick that has pre-cum leaking down it and begin pumping.

“I want you to come with me and I want your eyes on me when you take my load into your tight ass. I want you to watch me when I claim and own every single fucking inch of you, baby.”

“Myfuckingod!” Brayden screams as he pants, and his eyes flutter closed and then open up again, locking with mine. My balls tense up and then I let go, pushing my dick deeper into his hole as I empty myself into him.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk!” I roar, pumping myself so deep I feel like I start and end with Brayden. All I can think is he’s mine now. I’ve laid my claim, I’ve made my mark. Brayden Quake Anders is mine.

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