Page 6 of Strong Coffee

“Fuck.” I wrapped my hand around his that was currently stroking me and pumped my dick into his open palm. “Cam.Fuck.”

He released my cock and rose to his full height behind me. “This is going to hurt.”

I shivered at his promise.

“And this is definitely going to be a moment you never forget.” The sound of a zipper lowering, followed by a foil wrapper opening, sent a tremor of nerves rushing through me. “Stick your ass out, Brady.”

Placing my hands against the door for leverage, I tilted my hips.

Cam spat into his palm and pumped his cock a few times before lining it up with my ass. He let another drop of saliva leave his lips, the warm liquid dripping between the cheeks of my rear.

Before I could brace myself, he thrust into me in one smooth move, forcing a shout from my lips. He cupped my shoulder, powering his hips forward and back, not letting me get used to the sudden invasion in my body.

Sounds left my lips I had never heard before. If anyone were to walk by the office door on the other side, they would hear the evidence that someone was seriously getting fucked.

“Cam,” I whined, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He only grunted, digging his fingers into my shoulder and pumping his cock in and out of me.

The pleasure burned with the pain, and it had never been something I ever experienced before. I had never been with someone as big as him. Cam knew how to use his body. He rolled his hips, undulated them, and damn near fucked the soul out of my body.

He growled, cupping both of my shoulders and gave us exactly what we wanted.

FOUR

Camden

Fucking hell, he wastight. As soon as I slipped my dick in him, I couldn’t control myself and began taking from him what I wanted. At this point, I didn’t overly give a shit if he came or not. But if he did, I hoped he made a huge fucking mess.

His whimpers and whines shoved me over the edge.

My hands tightened on his shoulders, knowing my fingers were going to leave bruises.

“Harder,” Brady begged. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “Take it, baby boy. Take my dick.”

“Fuck.” Brady pushed his ass back against me, meeting me thrustfor thrust.

“Take it all,” I growled, shoving my cock into him as far as his body would allow.

He gasped, his knees almost buckling beneath him.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, holding him tight, so he wouldn’t fall. “I got you.”

Curling my hand around his dick, I began pumping my hips once again.

Brady’s breathing picked up, his shaft swelling in my hand. “I’m going to come,” he whispered.

“Do it.” I licked along the back of his neck just below his hairline and reveled in the way he shivered against me. “Come hard. Make a fucking mess, Brady.”

A sharp gasp left him, his body bowing. “Geezus, fucking hell, Cam.” He moaned, his knees shaking as thick streams of cum shot out of his dick and landed against the bottom of my office door. The gooey substance coated my hand, forcing a smile to pull at my lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing his ass back into me.

Releasing his cock, I shoved two fingers into his mouth, needing him to taste what I did to him.

He moaned, licking along the digits.

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