Page 106 of Finance Bros

“I love you. Please…”

His hand on my thigh stills and grips. His lips close around a kiss on my shoulder. I lose the hand on my leg, but I gain the direct nudge of his crown on my hole. Holding my breath, I let him in. The stretch is exquisite. A burn so bright and intense, all my air comes out in a deep “Uuummph.”

His forward progress is careful, and he hisses like he’s the one on fire. I reach down, touching my belly, wanting to feel him as he stuffs his thick cock into my ass. I’m not sure what I’m feeling until my balls snap forward to graze my fingertips as his hips drive his dick in as deep as it goes. Flesh smacks flesh with a bold, thudding noise. His teeth dig into the strained tendon that connects my neck to my shoulder, and then his hand is in my hair, holding my head against the mattress.

It’s somuch. So all-consuming—extreme—I think I’ll never fully get used to it, and I love that. I love that this one part of him will always torture me just a little. Beyond enough.

When he moves, it’s not more than an inch or so, but it undoes me. Curses fly from my mouth, along with praise and pleas formoreandworseanddeeper. Keeping his hand on my head to hold me down, he fucks me. He fucks me until I’msputtering and drooling, unable to shut my mouth to properly swallow.

His long, thick cock hollows me out and fills me up. He tunnels in deep and withdraws until the burn nearly has me screaming, and then he pounds home again.

I hear myself say “harder,” and I feel him comply.

His hips hit my ass so hard, my butt cheeks heat like they’re being spanked. Then, in feral Ryan fashion, he hooks one of his legs over mine, changing the angle to drive downward, nailing my prostate with each ramming thrust. He’s got speed, power, and so much fucking finesse, I can’t imagine anyone being better in bed, and I don’t think I’m being biased.

My semi-erect cock bobs back and forth, slapping my abs and my balls as he jams into me over and over again.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “So fucking good. I’m gonna come so fucking hard in your ass, Mal. You’ll leak all the way into next week.”

Shit…Is he saying that tome? Why is his dirty mouth so goddamn hot?

“Give it to me,” I grunt. “Give me all your fucking cum.”

His makes a fist in my hair and pulls, adding something new and delicious to what’s already epic overload. “That’s what you want?”

“I need it.”

He lets go of my hair and braces his hand on my shoulder, using his grip to hold me still so he can rail my ass as hard and fast as he needs to get off.

I hear him break before I feel it, a ragged gasp and a low, short groan. “Mal…” His cock throbs his release inside me. Hypersensitive and raw, I feel every spasming contraction of his dick and every hot gush of his long release. The vibrations aren’t much in the grand scheme of things, but my prostate thinks they’re the best thing that’ve ever happened to it. Mybarely erect dick squirts out a thin stream of cum that does no justice to the orgasm taking over my entire body. It’s got me roaring, toes curling, abs quivering, ass clenching, and my tight, reactive clench has Ryan crying out in shock. Or aftershock.

Like I said—it’s all a little extra. A bit too fucking much. We’re like two chemicals that shouldn’t combine without major precautions being taken first inside a sealed room. Explosive only begins to cover it. He slides his cock out of me slowly before carefully lowering me back to the bed. His weight then disappears from the mattress, and I lie there limply, legs half-splayed, trying to catch my breath as my own aftershocks snake through me, making me quiver and breaking chills out on my skin.

My eyes close, but I feel his weight return and the warm, wet towel against my hole. “No blood,” he says.

“Good.” I had myself half-convinced the bleeding was what put him off me for four days, so I’m proud of my hole for not letting me down this time. “Does that mean we can go again later?”

His laugh is warm and soft. “Depends how fucking crazy you make me. We’ll see.”

“Gonna make you so fucking crazy, Ry.”

“You sound high.”

“I am…high off your dick.”

“You need to shut up.”

“I’m shutting up. Sort of. Wanna talk to you. Wanna hold you. I wanna tell you all my shit.”

The gentle wiping up he’s doing stops. “You don’t have to.”

My eyes squeeze tight. Hot tears threaten behind them. Maybe he wouldn’t call that a rejection, but it hurts. Or maybe I’m just too fucking emotional after getting fucked likethat.

I pinch my eyes with my fingers and get myself under control. What comes out is a weak attempt at a joke. “Oneminute you want it, the next minute you don’t… What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?”

He huffs. “Give me a second.”

He goes into the bathroom again, and when he comes back, he pulls back the covers and gets into bed. “Come here,” he urges.

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