Page 56 of Touchdown, Tennessee

“Greedy.”

I wasn’t going to hold back any longer, though.

If he was begging that much, I was going to give him what he asked for.

I thrust my cock into him until my thighs pushed against the back of his ass. He swore under his breath.

“Still think you can take me?”

“Every fucking inch,” he replied in a broken breath. “You can do anything you want to me.”

Fuck, that was hot.

I worked out of him slowly before shoving back in. “You want to be used.”

“Yes,” he hissed. “I know you love this ass. I know you look at it every fucking time you see me?—”

I put a hand forward to cover his mouth and shut him up. But the moment my fingers landed on his lips he moved to bite down on them, his teeth digging into my skin.

The pain just made my cock pulse inside him. I pushed my fingers further into his mouth, over his tongue, and within another moment he was sucking on them as if they were my second cock.

I pulled my hand out of his mouth and moved down to his groin. My fingers were slick with his spit and I worked them over his tip, dragging through the precum he was leaking there, too.

“Your ass is mine,” I uttered, my voice ragged and deep.

“Your cock is mine.”

I used my hips to shove so hard against his ass that he pressed further forward toward the wall, and he exhaled like I’d knocked the wind out of him. My fist wrapped around the head of his cock and I started to stroke him as I pounded from behind.

My skin was burning hot.

His was, too.

He smelled like my body wash, which elicited even more of a possessive urge in me.

I wanted more.

I’d fucking brand him as mine if he let me.

I leaned over and bit down on a spot on his shoulder before sucking a kiss onto his skin there, leaving a mark.

He started to push his ass back against me in a steady rhythm. He definitely wasn’t passive when he was bottoming—in fact, he was just as pushy from the bottom as he was everywhere else in life.

“Want you to come when I say,” I told him.

He grunted in response, and I could hear that he was already close.

I was working my fist around his cock and I paused for a moment to give it one firm squeeze.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Love hearing you desperate.”

He craned his neck for a moment, turning to look back at me. “Your cock is fucking perfect.”

“Hmm?”

He breathed heavily. “It—it keeps hitting my prostate, Gray, and I don’t give a damn how much I want to hold off on coming, Ican’tfucking help it when you?—”