Page 150 of Finance Bros

Ryan doesn’t waste time. As soon as he’s peeled off the briefs, he’s pushing lube into me. As rushed as it feels, I’m still rocked by the suddenness with which he’s wedging his cock inside. The feel of his pants and his shirt are distinct on my skin, and I almost ask if he’s okay, but I’m too preoccupied with taking him to speak. It’s a mess of adjustments and deep breaths and bearing down to let him tunnel in deep.

Once he’s where he wants to be, he bands an arm around my chest, presses his mouth to the nape of my neck, and pounds his cock into my ass. I touch myself thoughtlessly, my body beginning to understand that the more I involve my own dick, the easier it is to get fucked by his. Granted, I’ll take it any way he wants to give it to me, but I like that it’s getting better every time.

He gives up on my neck, resorting to panting in my ear as his pace picks up. He pinches my nipple hard, and I gasp as the pain makes me fist my cock tighter. Whatever the fuck magic that was, I hope he does it again. A few more times, and I’ll come so fucking hard…

He doesn’t though, and I lose myself in his rough, quick strokes, the sound of his hips slapping my ass, his heavy breathing, and the wet squelch of lube. God, he feels so good. I’m torn between wanting to keep jerking my dick and wanting to grab onto him somewhere and let him take me on this wild ride.

“Yes,please,” I praise him. “Just like that.”

He tries, but soon enough his breaths quicken, and his hipslose their rhythm. Shoving in deep, he holds himself there and throbs out his release, gasping as it takes him. When he starts milking his cock in my ass, I go over the edge—the slide too slick, too hot for me to ignore. “Fuck,” I grit out, my hand flying over my erupting dick. “Jesus—motherfuck.”

He’s back to kissing my neck and running his thumb over my nipple, his length still buried in my ass. “I love you,” he says.

“Baby,” I reply.

“Yeah?”

“You meant to say, I love you, baby.”

“Did I?”

He removes his cock from my hole. Warm cum trickles down my crack and thigh crease and I stare at the mess I made on his sheets. I never fully appreciated how messy sex is before, but I almost wish it could be messier. I love it.

However—“Why are you still dressed?”

“Couldn’t wait,” he says. “And I have to take the dog out.”

I find myself frowning and smiling at the same time. “How crazywastoday?”

“Am I not allowed a quickie?”

That didn’t answer the question. “Is that what that was?” I ask.

“I went as fast as I could.”

“Are you all right?”

A hesitation and then he says, “Yeah. All good.”

Oh man… This guy’s got so many walls up—walls I absolutely blame myself for—I need to start working on a map of them so I know which ones to start tearing down next.

After we wrapup filming our second episode, Bailey stands in front of me with her hands in her overalls’ pockets, giving me a look I don’t think I like.

“Sooo…about that wrist of yours.”

I scowl up at her. “What about it?”

“Well, I mean, you didn’t talk about it in the episode.”

“That’s because gold has nothing to do with casts. One of the reasons.”

She swivels back and forth, all innocent looking. It’s a trap. Avoiding my eyes, she says, “I’m just saying, people will have questions. We’re at the point when we need to think about the fans…”

“You want me to make a TikTok about it?”

“No…that won’t be necessary, if…”

“If what?” I ask. “Could you just spit it out?”

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