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reached under him and grabbed his ass cheeks then engulfed his weeping crown, sucking hard. Rory’s toes curled as he pumped streams of hot spunk into Chance’s mouth, the pulsing in his cock with each spurt so strong that Rory could feel his hole clenching in synch. Chance suckled Rory’s dick until every bit of cum was cleaned up then lifted his head and looked at Rory.
“I told you, so fucking beautiful and responsive. My God, Rory, you really don’t have any idea how special you are.” The words sounded torn from Chance, released against his will. Rory opened his eyes and looked down at the man. Chance did not look happy with his admission.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
47
That was okay, because Rory didn’t believe it anyway. How could he, when so many other people had proven the man’s words wrong? The unease in Chance’s eyes turned to something else as he snarled at Rory, obviously reading the denial he was about to utter.
Rory bit down on his tongue to keep from refuting Chance’s claims—the last thing he wanted to do was argue right now.
“I’ll get it through your stubborn head eventually, Rory. I will.” Those dark chocolate eyes held Rory pinned in place, promising to follow through on the words.
Well, the man could try, wasn’t anything Rory could do to stop him—
A hard swat on his hip snapped Rory right to attention. He let go of the headboard and started to rise up but Chance shoved him and had Rory flipped over onto his stomach before he even knew how it happened.
Strong hands reached around his hips, pulling Rory up onto his knees. Heart thudding bruisingly hard in his chest, Rory spread his thighs wide and braced himself on his forearms, resting his head on his hands. He turned his head to watch what he could as he felt his cheeks being spread wide open. When the tips of Chance’s thumbs pressed against Rory’s hole, pushing until they loosened the tight ring and penetrated him, Rory let out a strangled groan. He was going to die from the pleasure any moment now. There was no way something could feel so damn good without stopping his heart. It just wasn’t possible.
Chance pulled back and Rory protested in a series of incoherent grumbles. The cool feel of lube running down his crease stopped the grumbling and replaced it with a smile. One long, rough finger forced its way into Rory’s channel, slowly at first, then twisting in faster until hard knuckles rasped up against his opening.
Rory moaned and arched his back, pushing his butt down needing more. A second finger pressed in, burning as it stretched the clamping ring that was trying to deny Rory the pleasure Chance was giving him. Chance twisted his fingers inside Rory, crooking them slightly and pegging his gland and sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyes.
“God! Chance! Fuck me, please!” Rory hadn’t known until that moment that he wasn’t too proud to beg. All he knew for sure was if Chance didn’t fuck him now, he might do something mortifying, like cry and beg at the same time. He had never felt anything like this before, and knew it wasn’t only what they were doing, but who he was doing it with.
“Need to stretch you a little more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Chance’s voice sounded strained, as though he were hurting with need as much as Rory was.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
48
“Just fuck me! I won’t break! Now, Chance. Don’t make me…” Rory had to pant as Chance rubbed his gland again. “Don’t make me beg anymore.” That came out less demanding and more pathetic than Rory had meant for it to, but it was done, and Chance’s fingers were pulling out. The sound of the lube opening and sputtering as Chance coated his cock sent goose bumps over Rory.
He wanted this, but he wasn’t going to deny that he was just a little leery of how big Chance’s cock was. Fear didn’t have enough time to latch on because Rory was spread wide once again. The sound of
“I told you, so fucking beautiful and responsive. My God, Rory, you really don’t have any idea how special you are.” The words sounded torn from Chance, released against his will. Rory opened his eyes and looked down at the man. Chance did not look happy with his admission.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
47
That was okay, because Rory didn’t believe it anyway. How could he, when so many other people had proven the man’s words wrong? The unease in Chance’s eyes turned to something else as he snarled at Rory, obviously reading the denial he was about to utter.
Rory bit down on his tongue to keep from refuting Chance’s claims—the last thing he wanted to do was argue right now.
“I’ll get it through your stubborn head eventually, Rory. I will.” Those dark chocolate eyes held Rory pinned in place, promising to follow through on the words.
Well, the man could try, wasn’t anything Rory could do to stop him—
A hard swat on his hip snapped Rory right to attention. He let go of the headboard and started to rise up but Chance shoved him and had Rory flipped over onto his stomach before he even knew how it happened.
Strong hands reached around his hips, pulling Rory up onto his knees. Heart thudding bruisingly hard in his chest, Rory spread his thighs wide and braced himself on his forearms, resting his head on his hands. He turned his head to watch what he could as he felt his cheeks being spread wide open. When the tips of Chance’s thumbs pressed against Rory’s hole, pushing until they loosened the tight ring and penetrated him, Rory let out a strangled groan. He was going to die from the pleasure any moment now. There was no way something could feel so damn good without stopping his heart. It just wasn’t possible.
Chance pulled back and Rory protested in a series of incoherent grumbles. The cool feel of lube running down his crease stopped the grumbling and replaced it with a smile. One long, rough finger forced its way into Rory’s channel, slowly at first, then twisting in faster until hard knuckles rasped up against his opening.
Rory moaned and arched his back, pushing his butt down needing more. A second finger pressed in, burning as it stretched the clamping ring that was trying to deny Rory the pleasure Chance was giving him. Chance twisted his fingers inside Rory, crooking them slightly and pegging his gland and sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyes.
“God! Chance! Fuck me, please!” Rory hadn’t known until that moment that he wasn’t too proud to beg. All he knew for sure was if Chance didn’t fuck him now, he might do something mortifying, like cry and beg at the same time. He had never felt anything like this before, and knew it wasn’t only what they were doing, but who he was doing it with.
“Need to stretch you a little more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Chance’s voice sounded strained, as though he were hurting with need as much as Rory was.
RORY’S LAST CHANCE
Bailey Bradford
48
“Just fuck me! I won’t break! Now, Chance. Don’t make me…” Rory had to pant as Chance rubbed his gland again. “Don’t make me beg anymore.” That came out less demanding and more pathetic than Rory had meant for it to, but it was done, and Chance’s fingers were pulling out. The sound of the lube opening and sputtering as Chance coated his cock sent goose bumps over Rory.
He wanted this, but he wasn’t going to deny that he was just a little leery of how big Chance’s cock was. Fear didn’t have enough time to latch on because Rory was spread wide once again. The sound of
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