Page 184 of Boys Who Hunt
“Fuck. Yes.”
I thrust into his ass so deep his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, and I grip his throat and force him to keep the moan inside. “No. This one’s for me and me alone.”
I smash my lips onto his, forcing him to let it all out into my mouth so I’m the only one in this house who can hear him. Even if he isn’t mine forever, he’s mine for now, and I will make it last an eternity if I must.
“God, you taste so fucking good when you’re taking my cock like a good boy,” I groan against his lips.
His entire body shivers. “Yes … more. Please. I need more.”
Smiling against his lips, I bring my hand down his stomach and grip his shaft. He flinches, startled as I squeeze and start jerking him off. “So fucking sensitive,” I whisper. “How many strokes do you think it’ll take? One?” I jerk him off just once. “Two?” Another stroke and he’s actually quaking. “Three?”
He whimpers, “Oh fuck me.”
“Oh, my fucking pleasure.” I grip his hard-on and pull back until his tip glistens with pre-cum, then thrust into him so hard I can feel his balls tighten underneath the palm of my hand.
“I can’t hold it,” he moans.
I pause inside him and stop jerking him off, and his cock bounces up and down in the air. “You didn’t ask permission.”
“Please … can I come?”
“Go on,” I whisper.
“Please, Sir, I want to come so badly. I’m begging you.”
His whimpering makes even my cock throb inside him.
“Do it, then. Paint the fucking floor.”
I pull him away from the bar and force him to stand facing the middle of the room, and I lock his arms behind his back. “No touching. You did it for her. Now, do it for me.”
“What?” he mutters.
I thrust into his ass instead of answering his question and let him find out on his own. An unhinged moan leaves his mouth as his cum shoots out in ropes, his entire body trembling as I fuck him hard and fast, groaning along with him until I come too, filling up his ass.
Suddenly, the door cracks open and in runs Ivy.
She abruptly stops the second she spots us.
And so does my orgasm.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 45
Heath
“What the …?”Her words are cut off by her own jaw dropping while her pupils begin to dilate.
I pull out of Max’s ass, and my cum drips down his thighs.
“Oh God,” Max mutters, his whole body turning red this time. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Damn right, it is,” I growl.
I pluck a cleaning towel off the bar to wipe off my dick before I waltz over to Ivy with my erection on full display.
“Ignore me. I’ll just leave you two to it and pretend I didn’t see,” she mutters as she turns around.