Page 119 of Finance Bros

“No,” he breathes harshly, rubbing his cock against my hand. “I’mbeggingyou to fuck me again.”

“You gonna take me raw like last time?”

“Always.”

Nothing in me is able to resist the words or the feel of him. “Then show me that pretty hole. Let’s make sure it’s ready for this big, hard dick.”

“Oh, God,” he moans, tugging at his waistband.

I reach back for the lube.

Once his naked ass is exposed, I take hold of his bare hip.

“Jerk yourself while I open you up,” I tell him as I slide down his body to soften and stretch him with my mouth.

His groan is unholy. It’s a sound I crave deep, deep in my bones.

“Why is that so good?” he whispers.

“Because you’re a filthy slut.” I spit on his hole and run my tongue along his rim. My dick jerks hard in my pants. I reach down and set it free, stroking it as I continue to suck and tongue him. I move to get his balls into my mouth, trying to decide unsuccessfully what my favorite part of him is.

“Fuck…Ryan…” he whines. “I love that. I love you. I need you so bad.”

The way he runs his mouth will never not fuck me up just a little bit. But I do love the way he responds to literallyeverything I do with rampant enthusiasm. So perfectly fuckingneedy.

“You’re gonna make me come. You always make me come so fucking fast.Shit,” he pants, like he’s desperately trying to hang on to the edge.

I go ahead and put some lube on my fingers, testing his opening in case it’s swollen again.

It is, but the sound he makes when I slide two fingers in instantly tells me he wants more. “Fuck yes. Christ that feels so fucking good. Right there, oh my god.” His thigh slides forward to open himself wider. Letting go of his cock, he grabs his ass cheek and spreads himself.

The sight, even in the dim room sends a shock of lust through me. I add a third finger.

“More,” he says. “More. Please.You.”

After biting his lower ass cheek hard, I hold him open wide as I readjust my body. Finger fucking him and lubing my cock at the same time isn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever accomplished, but I manage. I’m so goddamn hard, it’s killing me not to be inside him.

“I’m ready,” he pleads. “Fuck me with that perfect dick.”

“You want this fat cock in your tight, slutty pussy?” God, help me. He’s turning me into an animal.

He moans, gripping his ass harder to show off his hole where my fingers are still moving in and out. “Yes. Fuck. So wet for you. Please. Jesus.”

Okay, that’s fucking irresistible. Later, I might wonder how many of Mal’s soft kinks are related to his bizarre sexual awakening, but speaking as a man who’s only ever been with women before him, this particular kink aligns nicely with mine. Not that I’m pretending he’s a woman. I fully appreciate the fact that his cock is as hard as mine is and dripping precum all over my sheets.

But as someone who’s more or less bisexual, he’s offering me a small taste of both worlds in a way only he can. Because he’s the only man I want. The onlypersonI’ve ever truly wanted with my body and soul.

Lining up my slippery cock with his hole, I take hold of his writhing hip and hold him still just long enough to stuff myself inside him.

His growl is deep as he buries his face in the pillow beneath him. All his muscles clench, like taking me is a battle he has to brace for. My hand slides to his abs as I do my best to hold still and let him adjust. I stroke his belly in smooth circles, kissing his shoulder in a way that totally belies my need to pound roughly into him.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Feels so goddamn good,” he gasps.

I’m not sure I believe him, but I’m not really in a position to argue. Holding my cock still in his snug, hot asshole is fuckingagonizing. I give him a slight thrust, and he grunts again, this time with a punched-out “fuck yeah.”

Testing a theory, I give his ass a light slap as I shove in deeper.

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