Page 27 of Bull's Boy

He banged his head against the fridge, wishing he could go back and say no when Malcolm asked him to take his fucking dick out of his pants and show it to him. At least… he should want that. Groaning, he stood upright and drank the rest of his water. Because he was a terrible, terrible man, he didn’t wish that at all.

He couldn’t force himself to regret what had happened. Not when he got to have the memory of Malcolm moaning around his cock like he truly liked blowing him.

A soft thump drew his eyes to the sliding glass door. He hadn’t seen the cat he’d fed in days, so he’d assumed she’d found her way back home. Or at least hoped that was what had happened. The idea she may not have come back because she’d been hurt—or worse—had been too much for him to contemplate.

Striding over, he glanced at his phone as he reached for the outside light switch.

Marv

Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there. Need me to bring beer?

He flicked on the light and stared at the familiar furry face… and the three tiny ones surrounding her. Two mini versions of her and one a gorgeous all-white fluffball.

Bull

I have beer. But I need a pet carrier. Or maybe two. And the number to the best vet in the area.

Marv

WHAT

CHAPTER EIGHT

The second Malcolm’s phone showed 8:00 a.m., he texted Dahlia.

Malcolm

SOS!!!!

He’d lain awake most of the night, unable to stop thinking about what had happened in Bull’s truck. The few times he’d managed to doze off, his subconscious hadhelpfullyreplayed the scene, except he didn’t run away afterward. Oh no. In his dreams, he stayed, and Bull used that huge dick of his to?—

He shivered.

His mind wouldn’t stop swinging wildly back and forth between abject shock at what he’d done and a horniness unlike any he’d ever experienced before.

Which was probably what was freaking him out the most. Not only had he sucked another man’s dick, but… he’dlovedit. He’d gotten hard as hell knowing he was turning Bull on so much, yeah, but also from the silky feel of his cock against his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. The taste of him. Theoverwhelming way he’d struggled to take even half of the length into his mouth.

And then there was the way Bull hadtalkedto him.

The man had barely spoken to him all the months they’d worked together, but the second his dick was out of his pants, it was like he couldn’t hold back, telling him how to please him and what a good job he was doing.

“Fuck…” he groaned, turning to yell into his pillow. He was hard. Again.

His balls ached from being in a constant state of arousal all night, like he hadn’t come in weeks or months. Except… he had come.

In his pants.

From Bull telling him how perfect he was at sucking his giant cock.

His phone vibrated, startling him, and he dug through his bedding until he found it.

LBF

What happened?? Are you okay??

Was he? Bull had asked the same thing after coming all over Malcolm’s face. He still had no idea if he was or not.

Malcolm

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