Page 43 of Troy

When Boss lifts his head from by my side, I know Troy is back. My skin tingles but then trepidation returns. This is it. This is where the buck stops. But then I hear him.

“Okay, Rafferty, I’m in. Let’s kick his ass.” Troy’s voice is strong and firm. Shielding my eyes, I glimpse his face.

Swinging my legs around so I sit up and look at him properly, I take in his hesitant smile and match it with my own. What worries me are the red-rimmed, swollen eyes looking back at me.

“Baby, what happened? Why have you been crying?” I run my knuckles down his cheek and feel him lean into my touch. Opening my hand, I cup his face. He turns his head and kisses my palm. “Shit, Christ, Troy, I never meant for it to be like this. I never meant for you to hurt. I’m sorry, baby, I’m really fucking sorry.”

“Sshh, it’s okay. This isn’t your doing, it’s mine. I needed to go and gets some answers. I needed someone to talk some sense into me. I needed to grow the fuck up and grow a pair.”

I smile and cast my eyes down his body. “You have an awesome pair already, if you don’t mind me saying so.” I wink and chuckle when he blushes. “Okay, so can I ask who you spoke to?”

“I went to see Franco.” Defiance flares in his eyes as he dares me to question him.

“And he told you to get some balls? Has he forgotten them already?”

“Quit taking the piss, Rafferty!” Troy snaps. Whoa! He has grown some! I hold my hands up in front of me.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I soften my voice when his eyes narrow at me. “I am sorry, Troy.”

“Fine, so, I am going to stand with you and we are going to send that atrocious man to prison for a fucking long time. What do we need to do?” There is strength in Troy’s words and the set of his jaw as he waits for my answer.

“We need to go upstairs and we need to get naked and we need to love each other.” I watch the fire in his eyes blaze and darken as I lean into him, his eyes fix on my mouth and his tongue moistens his bottom lip. “I need to be buried so deep inside you, Troy, my love. I need to lose myself in you.”

“Okay,” Troy whispers against my lips, “We can start there, but by the end of it I will have had your ass. It’s been too long.”

My body palpitates and a flame ignites in my gut as I remember the sensation of his cock deep inside me. “I think I can handle that. Lead the way, baby.”

I collapse back on the bed, sweat dripping from my body and cum coating my stomach, fuck! I gape at Troy and his glassy eyes as he catches his breath; damn he’s got stamina.

“You’ve wrecked me, baby. I don’t think I’ll be sitting down for a while.” My ass burns pleasantly; I need to bottom more often. I’d forgotten the exquisite pleasure/pain barrier until Troy pushed into me, even after prepping me thoroughly. As soon as he breached the tight ring of muscle, my eyes rolled back in my head as the heat burned through me. I handed control over to Troy and let him take me ever higher, his hips pounding hard, plunging deeper with every thrust. Drawing back so slowly I could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on his cock. I never thought I could be kept on the edge for so long but, every time I felt my orgasm build, Troy would stop and hold back, pulling on my sac to keep it from drawing tight inside me. Ultimately, as I screamed and begged, Troy hit my prostate, nudging it on every stroke. Sometimes quickly with a jab, the next a slow drag, relentlessly building me up. Then, right when I thought I would pass out, Troy wrapped his fist around my cock and pumped from the base to the painfully swollen and dripping crown.

With one last swipe over my sweet spot, he commanded. “Come, Raff, come now!” Troy cried out as he filled my ass with his red-hot release, plunging inside over and over. My muscles clenched, contracting around his length to milk every drop he had.

My climax roared from me, expelling ribbons of thick, creamy, white cum over my stomach and chest until I couldn’t breathe. My sight filling with black dots and blinding lights.

Which brings me to now and my pounding heart. “Fuck, Troy, you can do that to me anytime.”

I hear a dry chuckle and see Troy’s contented and superior face smiling at me. “Y’know what I want to do tonight?” There’s a gleam in his bright eyes.

“What? Because I’m happy to stay here.”

“I want to go dancing.” Troy smiles an excited, happy grin.

“Really?” A wicked grin curls my lips. “Yeah, I think I could be down for that. I like the idea of a hot and sweaty Troy dancing up against me.”

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