Page 95 of The Revenge Agenda

For a quick and dirty fuck, there’s too much emotion building inside me. My cock barrels in and out of him, knees thumping the side of the desk with each thrust, random grunts and growls taking the place of my words as I bury bruises into Rush’s skin. I leave some where I’m gripping his hip and others where I’m holding the back of his neck.

I’d bet he’s doing the same. The pain from his nails on my ass cheek bites through me, desire numbing the sting and redirecting it into my balls.

Our foreheads meet, and I pick up speed, bodies moving in frantic rhythm. I’m sweaty under my suit, heat building around my collar, room stifling with the smell of sex and the warmth of our heavy breaths.

I’ve lost track of everything except Rush, except this deep need traveling from my chest to my cock and back again. I wish I could pump his hole full of cum, then kneel on the floor and watch it run back out of him. Wish I could fuck him and fill him up and then leave my cock inside him until I’m hard again. Wish I could do so many delicious, claimy things to his body and then hold him. Kiss him. Tell him things that will make him smile and then help make the world as easy for him as it is for me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against his lips.

He shudders and nips at my jaw. “Your cock is so beautiful. It’s hitting the spot. I’m so fucking close.”

Knowing Rush is riding the edge kicks all the feelings flowing through me to a thousand. I want him to feel amazing. To let go.

I release his hip and wrap my hand around his thick cock.

“Y-you don’t want to finish?”

“Oh, I will.”

“I’m okay to do that, you know?”

I tighten my grip on him. “Why do you keep saying that? Do you not want me to?”

“What? No. I …”

“Rush?”

He buries his face into my neck. “I’ve gotten used to it, I guess. Finishing myself off once … he was done.”

My jaw clenches at the reminder of Ian, but I did ask for it.

I stroke Rush’s cock, hard and slow. “Look at me.”

He does, but I can tell it’s hard for him.

“From now on, when we’re together, you get to come first. Every time.” I start to fuck him again, hand moving in time with my cock. “The only thing I care about is making sure you get off. Making sure you feel good. Joke’s on that asshole because seeing your face when you come is a fucking wet dream. I’m so honored you share that with me.”

Rush gasps, rocking up into my hand. “You’re only saying that because you’re balls-deep inside me.”

“Nope. And I’ll prove it to you. Every drop of cum you spill from now on will be because of me.”

“Let’s get round number one over with, then.”

I love how easily he believes me. My mouth crashes with his as I finally stop holding back. I fuck him hard and fast, strangling his cock in my grip, mouths fused together as we race toward the end. I catch every one of his moans with my mouth, feeding him back a mix of fucks and oh gods. Sex with Rush is indescribable.

He rips his mouth from mine as his whole body stiffens. “I’m gonna—” He doesn’t even get the sentence out before he spills over onto my hand. Thick ropes of cum cover my fist and his torso, and I’m glad I opened his shirt before we started fucking.

He drops back against the desk, boneless and sated, and I pull out for a second to slick my cock up with his cum.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Why is that so hot?”

I don’t answer, just shove my cock back inside. With Rush done, I can let myself finish. Let myself fall into the pleasure he gives me.

I grip either side of my desk as I rail him, Rush’s hands joining mine to stop from slipping away. His hole is pliant, a sloppy mess from his cum, and it feels incredible wrapped around me. My gaze travels from his gorgeous face, to his mouthwatering body glistening in his release, to his spent cock, and my balls pull up tight.

He’s a debauched, flush-cheeked, pornographically sexy sight. My hips snap forward out of my control, harder and faster, balls frustratingly trapped in my underwear. Still being dressed while he’s almost naked is a fucking turn-on, even as sweat drips down my spine and gathers on my hairline.

Rush arches beneath me, squeezing his hole tight. “Come in me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

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