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Authors: Gracie C. McKeever
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gristle and skin until he trembled.
“Fuck me. You owe me. Please.”
Ramsey chuckled, bracing his weight on his hands as he thrust inside, grinding and gyrating his hips, pulling back to brush the inside of Zara’s ass with several quick shallow strokes before plunging deep again.
Zara panted as he neared climax, couldn’t imagine a high better or more exhilarating than the white heat that suffused his body when Ramsey growled above him and sped his thrusts. Zara’s testicles tightened against his groin before his shaft spurted cum onto his belly and he cried out with spent lust.
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Body coated with a fine sheen of moisture that made his skin glow, Ramsey rested his weight on Zara before pulling him into a firm hug and nuzzling his throat.
The words were there, right on the tip of Zara’s tongue, choking him.
He was unsure if they were his words to say or if Ramsey was the one he was supposed to say them to.
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Chapter 6
Trevor lay facing Ramsey, head nestled against his chest while he alternately made circles around Ramsey’s nipples with his fingertip.
Ramsey’s cock twitched beneath the sheet semi-erect and preparing for another round with his randy bad boy.
“What made you come back?” Trevor asked.
How crazy would Trevor think him if he said he’d had a feeling something wasn’t right and that Trevor needed help? Or worse, could Ramsey tell him he’d gotten a call from Travis who—after Ramsey grilled him about how he had gotten his number—told Ramsey he had a bad feeling about his brother and that Ramsey should make his way over to Trevor’s apartment pronto? Both were the truth. He’d been on his way over to Trevor’s when he got the call from Travis. But instead of answering the wild child’s question he asked one of his own. “Why didn’t you call me, Trevor?”
He shrugged and cuddled closer to Ramsey’s chest.
“Don’t think you can charm your way out of trouble.” Ramsey chuckled, heart already softening in direct opposition to his hardening dick when Trevor reached down between them to caress his balls.
Damn, this kid brought out sides of him he never knew existed. No way in hell had Ramsey expected to be so turned on from putting his hands—or his belt—on another person, not after the trauma of having to whip and scare his own brother straight after catching the fourteen-year-old smoking pot in his bedroom when Ramsey was home on a break from his senior year of college. And not after watching several men put their hands on his mother and brother in the name of discipline and love.
He’d gotten his clock cleaned but good a few times standing up to grown men in the name of protecting his mother. By the time he’d turned sixteen he’d had a couple of growth spurts and was able to hold his own Bouncer’s Folly: Zara’s Bois 3
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defending his mom and Kyle against any asshole who thought he was the new man of the house.
Not on Ramsey’s watch.
“So, why didn’t you call me?”
“I thought I could handle him on my own. I’ll have to one day, won’t I?”
“But not yet.”
Trevor glanced up at him and cupped his face with one hand. “I’m stronger than I look. And don’t let my youth fool you.”
Looking into Trevor’s bottomless, Caribbean blue eyes, he thought the younger man at only twenty-four had him by a decade as far as some life experiences went. “Did you really like all that stuff we did earlier?”
“I assume you’re talking about the spanking?”
“Yeah.”
Trevor grinned and climbed on top of Ramsey to straddle his hips.
“What do you think?”
Ramsey wrapped his arms around Trevor’s lean waist and linked his fingers. “I think you’re one kinky boi.”
“But you like this kinky boi, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah.” A lot, truth be told and that scared the hell out of him.
“And having me at the end of your belt turned you on, didn’t it?”
He hated to admit it,
“Fuck me. You owe me. Please.”
Ramsey chuckled, bracing his weight on his hands as he thrust inside, grinding and gyrating his hips, pulling back to brush the inside of Zara’s ass with several quick shallow strokes before plunging deep again.
Zara panted as he neared climax, couldn’t imagine a high better or more exhilarating than the white heat that suffused his body when Ramsey growled above him and sped his thrusts. Zara’s testicles tightened against his groin before his shaft spurted cum onto his belly and he cried out with spent lust.
Bouncer’s Folly: Zara’s Bois 3
49
Body coated with a fine sheen of moisture that made his skin glow, Ramsey rested his weight on Zara before pulling him into a firm hug and nuzzling his throat.
The words were there, right on the tip of Zara’s tongue, choking him.
He was unsure if they were his words to say or if Ramsey was the one he was supposed to say them to.
50
Gracie C. McKeever
Chapter 6
Trevor lay facing Ramsey, head nestled against his chest while he alternately made circles around Ramsey’s nipples with his fingertip.
Ramsey’s cock twitched beneath the sheet semi-erect and preparing for another round with his randy bad boy.
“What made you come back?” Trevor asked.
How crazy would Trevor think him if he said he’d had a feeling something wasn’t right and that Trevor needed help? Or worse, could Ramsey tell him he’d gotten a call from Travis who—after Ramsey grilled him about how he had gotten his number—told Ramsey he had a bad feeling about his brother and that Ramsey should make his way over to Trevor’s apartment pronto? Both were the truth. He’d been on his way over to Trevor’s when he got the call from Travis. But instead of answering the wild child’s question he asked one of his own. “Why didn’t you call me, Trevor?”
He shrugged and cuddled closer to Ramsey’s chest.
“Don’t think you can charm your way out of trouble.” Ramsey chuckled, heart already softening in direct opposition to his hardening dick when Trevor reached down between them to caress his balls.
Damn, this kid brought out sides of him he never knew existed. No way in hell had Ramsey expected to be so turned on from putting his hands—or his belt—on another person, not after the trauma of having to whip and scare his own brother straight after catching the fourteen-year-old smoking pot in his bedroom when Ramsey was home on a break from his senior year of college. And not after watching several men put their hands on his mother and brother in the name of discipline and love.
He’d gotten his clock cleaned but good a few times standing up to grown men in the name of protecting his mother. By the time he’d turned sixteen he’d had a couple of growth spurts and was able to hold his own Bouncer’s Folly: Zara’s Bois 3
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defending his mom and Kyle against any asshole who thought he was the new man of the house.
Not on Ramsey’s watch.
“So, why didn’t you call me?”
“I thought I could handle him on my own. I’ll have to one day, won’t I?”
“But not yet.”
Trevor glanced up at him and cupped his face with one hand. “I’m stronger than I look. And don’t let my youth fool you.”
Looking into Trevor’s bottomless, Caribbean blue eyes, he thought the younger man at only twenty-four had him by a decade as far as some life experiences went. “Did you really like all that stuff we did earlier?”
“I assume you’re talking about the spanking?”
“Yeah.”
Trevor grinned and climbed on top of Ramsey to straddle his hips.
“What do you think?”
Ramsey wrapped his arms around Trevor’s lean waist and linked his fingers. “I think you’re one kinky boi.”
“But you like this kinky boi, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah.” A lot, truth be told and that scared the hell out of him.
“And having me at the end of your belt turned you on, didn’t it?”
He hated to admit it,
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