Page 57 of Undone

Did that declaration come from between clenched teeth?

“Don’t tense,” Dylan warned as he slowly and carefully pressed forward, giving Ford plenty of time to accommodate his size.

Not only was the other man tight, his periodic clenching also wasn’t helping. “Peanut butter’s also good to spread between two pieces of bread along with your favorite jelly. Just like my cock is spreading your ass.”

“You need to stop,” came the plea. “Boss,” was quickly added.

Dylan paused. “Say it, then.”

“Not what you’re doing. What you’re saying.”

“I’m giving you an out if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I don’t want a damn out!” Ford’s outburst caused his legs to jerk which, again, caused his balls to be yanked. His forehead hit the bench, and he began breathing in and out of his mouth loudly.

“You need to stay still.”

“Shut up,” Ford muttered.

“If you’re not enjoying it?—”

“Shut up and fuck me, goddamn it!”

Ford wasn’t in the position to demand anything, but they’d already taken enough time in the playroom. Dylan needed to get back to work before someone came looking for him.

He certainly didn’t want to be caught fucking Ford. Especially by Dayne or Danica. He’d never hear the end of it.

Grabbing Ford’s ass cheeks, he dug his thumbs deep and spread them wider so he could watch his cock slide in and out of the man. It was a beautiful sight.

But seeing that, feeling the squeeze around his cock and hearing Ford grunt and groan wasn’t helping him keep a smooth, steady rhythm. It only made Dylan want to fuck him hard and fast, and come deep inside him.

He struggled to prevent himself from doing that. For both their sakes.

However, the man was too damn tight, despite applying a generous amount of lube.

Dylan did not pause when Ford began to tremble. He did not stop when beads of sweat appeared on Ford’s tanned skin. Instead, he leaned forward and licked up Ford’s spine, collecting the salty drops on his tongue.

“Is that from the pain or pleasure?” Dylan murmured against the nape of Ford’s neck. He was tempted to leave his mark there. Bite him hard enough to draw blood the same way Ford did with Dylan’s lip.

“Frustration.”

“Of?”

“Not fucking you... Boss.”

His asshole feltlike a ring of fire burning between his ass cheeks. Having Dylan’s fingers inside him for a few seconds wasn’t even close to being properly prepared. Especially since Ford didn’t bottom. It had never been his thing and had been probably a decade since the last time. He should’ve had an “exit only” sign tattooed above his ass cheeks.

Too late.

His thighs now trembled. His toes curled to the point of cramping. Excess lube dripped down his taint and onto his sack.

He was torn. While he wanted his boss, he hadn’t planned on being the one totally naked and face down on a spanking bench.

He certainly didn’t expect the man to clamp a torture device on his damn balls.

Of course, that was a power move. Dylan wanted to remind Ford that he was the boss on the ranch. He was probably still bent about Ford using the playroom with Erin.

Ford would take one for the team today, because if things went his way, Dylan would join him and Erin. Once he did, if things between the three of them progressed, Ford would eventually get the chance to fuck Dylan, too.

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