Page 89 of Finance Bros

I almost laugh. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Putsomethingin me.”

I probe him with my fingertip, and his hole opens, swallowing it. I groan as I spread the lube over his hot walls, the sinking feeling a preview of what my cock is all too eager to experience.

His hole works me like an expert cunt. Clenching and releasing as I stroke back and forth. “More. Fuck,” he groans. “That feels so good.”

My middle finger joins the first and he gasps. “Yes…” he moans. “Oh fuck… God, fucking help me, I want more. I want you tohurtme.”

“Hurt you?” I repeat quietly.

“Give me what I deserve. Please.Fuck…”

I don’t want to hurt him. I want to get off, yes—and I want to stuff my cock into his pretty hole—this slick needy cunt—but hurthim? For what? For hurting me? Upending my life? For breaking my heart?

Aren’t we supposed to be forgiving each other?

I remember what he said, though, the other night, about wanting to be fucked into a mattress until he was sobbing. Going based off proportions, my cock should accomplish that.

“You sure?” I ask, because I can’t imagine how thiswouldn’thurt.

He groans, fucking back onto my fingers when I’m not moving fast enough. Greedy. Slutty.

I’m keyed up, edged, needing to come. Does wanting to hurt him just a little make me an asshole?

I never said I wasn’t, and I’m looking at the man who turned me into one.

“I’m sure,” he says. “Do it. Fuck me, Ryan.”

A sudden case of nerves along with all the heightened arousal has me shuddering.

I rest the tip of my cock against his hole, apply the slightest bit of pressure, and wait with my hands on his waist. “You want it so bad, come and get it.”

“You know I fucking I want it,” he says. Moving his hands to the headboard, he presses back. It’s like meeting a wall. He takes a deep breath, blows it out and tries again.

“Ungh…fuck…” he groans as my crown pops through a tight band. He’s determined—I’ll give him that. I guess it’s flattering? His body trembles, and he breathes heavily while we both adjust. The sight of my cock penetrating his ass is jarring and filthy. The way he feels? So. Fucking. Tight. Like he could snap my dick off if he moved a certain way.

But I need him to move, too. This is excruciating.Nearly. There’s an anticipation building inside me that’s actually very, very good. Another deep breath, another stretch of his arms,and another inch of me disappears inside him, compressed in the tightest space my cock has ever squeezed through.

In a low, low voice that sounds nothing like him, he says, “I need you to move, Ryan.”

“No,” I grit out, stubbornly suffering because I guess that’s what I’m used to.

“Move,” he breathes harshly. “Goddamnit,” and that’s a sob.

For a faltering moment, I don’t know what to do. I’m tempted to pull out, call it a nice try and then… Thenwhat? What if I never wind up here again? Do I really want to let this moment pass?

My decision made, I get a grip on his waist, and I pull him onto me—compromise, right? The feel of my cock sheathed fully inside him makes me cry out in shock and mind-blowing pleasure.

It’s a little like falling. All that resistance—the compression—gives way as I sink inside him, and my balls slap his.That—that is a crazy good feeling, and one I wasn’t anticipating. He makes a noise like I’m ripping off his arm and goes limp on the pillows.

My cock twitches inside him as the rest of me freezes solid. God, I need to fucking come.

“Move goddamnit,” he shouts, and I can tell he’s crying or very close to it. The words are thick and wet. I can’t helpbutmove. Not like the way he used to fuck Kaylin, all power thrusts and speed. No. I fuck him the wayIlike to fuck. Slow and deliberate so I can feel every inch of his insides dragging against my cock. After a few strokes, he’s panting, and I’ve never been this deep.

I get used to the tight squeeze—the sinking feeling—and close my eyes. I find my rhythm and the smoothest glide of my life. I run my hands up his back and it changes the angle, pulling my dick down, and he jolts, gasping again and again as I move my entire length from the shallow end to the deep end.Pressure builds in my balls as they tap his. One of his hands leaves the headboard and disappears beneath his body. I can only assume he’s touching himself.

I don’t object. Whatever he needs to get through it.

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