Page 77 of Tempt Me

“You know what happens to cheaters, Larry?” I moaned, rubbing my erection onto his.

“They get shanked by the person they cheated on?” he said, and I laughed.

“Well, yes. But afterward, they get fucked until they admit the true winner.”

Larry furrowed his brow at that. “Not sure that’s really how—”

“And I am going to make you scream who fucking rightfully wins. Do you understand? You lose, I win, and your ass is my fucking prize, so get on your fucking stomach now.”

My voice didn’t leave any room for argument, and I groaned in approval when he listened like a good little boy and got on his knees for me.

His clothes disappeared, and he held his thick cock in his hand, waiting for me to fill him.

I started ripping off my paper scrub pants, my dick so hard it was about to bust a fucking hole in them.

“Mmm, yes, baby. Just like that. Spread that pretty hole for Daddy.”

Larry moaned and waited for me to skewer his tight hole on my thick cock. When we connected, it felt so warm, the intensity always a muted heat when I craved a fiery inferno. I fucked his ass with zero mercy, making him take me until he was screaming the words I wanted to hear.

“I lose! Oh fuck, I lose. You win. You and your fucking cock are superior.” I chuckled and spanked his dark ghostly ass. “That’s a good boy, Larry.”

I felt my orgasm coming to a head, and I closed my eyes, ready to fill him like a yuletide mother fucking pie.

But then I heard a click. Larry and his fine hole disappeared with a curse.

I was staring at nothing, my dick gyrating into the fucking cold air.

“Agh! Fuck!” I roared, standing and throwing the tattered scrub pants to the back of the wall.

“Knock knock! No one’s home, asshole. Go home so I can get fucked.”

I gripped my thick head, the pulsating never stopping. The edging had just created a deeper heat in my balls.

Prancy-dancy, wet noodle, Randy traipsed inside the hall to my cell. This silent treatment was a fun time, a ritual of ours for a few weeks now, ever since I felt him underneath me. God, the power in his body made me lose my fucking mind more thanusual. He felt like stone, his body so toned it was a rival against my own.

The way that man fought made me want to claim him in every way possible.

I was the only one in the ‘Fun Time’ Special Housing Unit. Solitary confinement apparently meant taking away my fuckable gothic pirate now too.

“I was busy. And I do mean busy, you delicious buzz kill. Kindly come back to ignore me later. Thanks, big boy.”

Randall wasn’t alone. He had company, my head honcho dick-face brother flanking him.

“To what do I owe the displeasure, Lithy, Boo Boo?” I said, hanging my arms out of the opening to where my snacks came through.

“Judie.” Goliath sounded serious. Something had really ruffled his warden tail feathers.

Curiosity nagged at me, but not enough to cave, so I kept beating my meat, willing for my Larry to return to me.

“Masters!”

I chucked darkly at the demand from my Liebling. The darling was so cute when he was grumpy. I guess getting a peek-see at my dick was making him all flustered.

He could pretend all he wanted. I knew what I felt when he was under me. He fucking wanted a piece of this juicy Judas pie.

“Judes. C’mon man, please. I need your help. Roe might be in trouble.”

The mention of my other brother made me pause. Roe Roe had gone through more shit sandwiches than any of us. He was hanging on like the string on grandma’s thong.