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Well, all right, that was a little persuasive.

Jules was absolutely dominating the kiss with slow, sensual slides of his tongue and his strong fingers petting through Brick’s hair. The taste of warm liquor only made it hotter, and Brick didn’t think any kiss had ever been this perfect. Jules was managing to make Brick feel small and even vulnerable, and he effortlessly pulled Brick up into his lap.

Being manhandled like that was an unexpected turn on, and Brick’s internal temperature skyrocketed. He was a big guy, and no one had ever been able to throw him around like this. Then again, he’d never been with anyone who looked like the spawn of Bigfoot and Godzilla.

Now straddling Jules’s hips, Brick let his hands wander to explore all those big muscles he’d been admiring, and he was not left wanting, except for wanting to feel them without any clothes in his way. He loved the bulge of Jules’s shoulders, his broad neck, and the curve of his stomach, and he shivered in delight as Jules’s hands slid up Brick’s back in equally eager exploration.

Brick pressed as close as he could, kissing Jules with everything he had, and soon there was no doubt about whether or not he’d actually gotten Jules’s dick hard.

Brick caught himself chasing after Jules’s lips when he pulled away. He then stared at Jules in a complete stupor.

“See?” Jules smirked. “Told ya’.”

“Okay, so, maybe.” Brick laughed softly.

Jules grabbed two firm handfuls of Brick’s ass, urging him to grind forward. “You want Daddy to take care of you, huh? Want me to keep you safe?”

“Yes.” Brick’s voice came out a breathy growl, the sound coaxed out by the friction between their hips.

Jules slammed their lips together in another searing kiss, and any lingering reservations that Brick may have had vanished away with a flick of Jules’s tongue. Brick went after Jules’s shirt, sliding his hands beneath it and greedily moving upward. He loved the swell of Jules’s round stomach and the firmness of his chest, and he dragged his thumbs over his nipples.

Jules kept one hand on Brick’s ass to encourage his movements, and he felt up Brick’s hip and side, his strong fingers mapping out every broad line of his body. “Mmm, baby boy… fuck.”

“Yeah?” Brick teased Jules’s bottom lip with a quick lick.

“You are so goddamn fine.” Jules squeezed Brick’s ass. “Still wanna suck my cock? Wanna get a taste of Daddy?”

Brick’s mouth filled with spit. “Fuck yeah.”

“Come on. Suck Daddy’s dick.”

Brick’s knees hit the floor so fast that one of them popped, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. He attacked Jules’s pants with unbridled ferocity, driven by a desire that was overwhelming his senses. He saw flashes of that gun being pointed right in his face, and all he wanted to do was smother out that terrible image with something wonderful and pleasurable.

Namely, stuffing Jules’s cock down his throat.

Jules quickly took off his shirt, giving Brick a splendid view to gaze up at as Jules then helped him finish the frantic battle with his pants. The room was quiet except for their heavy panting, and the pull of Jules’s zipper made Brick shudder with the sweet anticipation of what was to come.

When Jules pulled his dick out, Brick drooled.

Jules was much thicker than Brick had expected, and he briefly wondered how he was going to get his mouth around him. Brick grabbed the base of Jules’s dick and licked over the fat head, groaning happily at the taste of warm salty flesh.

Jules’s hands were in Brick’s hair, petting and pulling gently as he urged, “Yeah, there you go, baby boy. Get Daddy’s cock nice and wet.”

Brick didn’t know why, but Jules’s dirty talk was going right to his dick and making him throb. He didn’t usually go for any of this bossy Daddy stuff, but Jules was selling it so damn well. Maybe it was knowing that Jules wasn’t just all talk—he was dangerous, powerful, and it only added to the allure.

A few more generous licks got Jules’s cock slick enough for Brick to wrap his lips around it and let it slide easily into his mouth. He sucked hard, bobbing his head a few times until he could adjust and take Jules all the way down his throat. He breathed through his nose, swirling his tongue around the thick shaft and moaning over the cock filling his mouth.

“Ohhh, there you go, that’s it,” Jules growled low. “Fuck. Keep suckin’ me, baby boy. Mm, that feels fuckin’ nice. Just like that. Just like that, fuck. Suck Daddy’s dick.”

Brick squeezed Jules’s cock, sliding his hand down to squeeze his balls. They were hot, heavy, and Brick rubbed each one as he kept on sucking Jules’s cock. His own dick was hard enough to cut glass, and he grabbed himself through his pants, trying to ease some of the tension.

“Hey, go on. Pull your dick out.” Jules was breathless. “You like suckin’ my dick, huh? Come on. I wanna see. Jack yourself off while you suck me.” He pulled Brick’s hair. “Look at me, baby boy.”

Brick glanced up to meet Jules’s eyes, whimpering around his cock.

“Daddy is gonna fuck your hot little throat,” Jules said gruffly, “and I wanna watch you come while I bust in your mouth. You got that, baby boy?”

Brick tried to nod, and he tried to show his enthusiasm by sucking Jules harder and bobbing his head faster. He scrambled to push his pajama pants down, taking himself in hand and stroking fast. He was wet with precome, so his cock slipped over his palm effortlessly, and he had to slow down suddenly or else he was gonna come too fast.

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