Page 47 of Bull's Boy

Malcolm whimpered and dragged his finger over himself harder.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it? Imagine how good it’s going to feel when it’s forced open around my tongue and fingers.”

He had to know.

Swallowing thickly, he pushed against his softened opening and breached his hole for the first time in his life. He cried out around Bull’s pec, his whole ass lighting up with a new kind of pleasure that was so big and unexpected it destroyed him. Rutting against Bull, his cock erupted on his furry belly, his ass locking down on his finger. His heart pounded in his ears, all his muscles spasming. He pulled free of his ass and grunted as his balls tightened and forced a little more come from his aching shaft.

Splayed on top of Bull, he tried to catch his breath, his sharp, quick gasps not seeming to fill his lungs for several long moments.

“Good boy,” Bull murmured, carding his fingers through his hair. “That was perfect.”

“It was…” he croaked, lips brushing against the warm metal of Bull’s piercing. “I don’t think I’ve ever…”

He didn’t even know what he was trying to say, his brains so scrambled. That he’d never stuck his own finger in his ass before? He was pretty sure that was obvious. That he’d never come so hard before? He was pretty sure no one in the history of the world had and that he’d lost a few brain cells in the process.

That he’d never sucked on another man’s chest while he humped him?

Jesus, he couldn’t saythat. He could barely think about how he’d latched on and not let go without flushing with embarrassment.

He got lost in his head for a moment, letting Bull’s gentle touches to his hair and thigh ease him down from a life-changing orgasm.

Oh shit.

Jerking his head up, he peered over his shoulder. “You didn’t come.”

“Not yet,” Bull said, tightening his hold on Malcolm’s hair and forcing his head around, drawing him in for a deep, wet kiss that had his toes curling against the rumpled bedsheets.

His head was still spinning when Bull picked him up and gently moved him to the side so he could spread out on the cool sheets instead of Bull’s warm skin. He shivered, but then heat seeped into his back as Bull crawled on top of him, his enormous body engulfing Malcolm in the scent of sex.

“What do you want me to do?” Malcolm asked, glancing back at Bull and shivering as he lined his cock up between Malcolm’s cheeks once more. He felt more sensitive, his hole aching in a way he wasn’t familiar with, like now that it had had something inside it, even just the tip of his finger, it was hungry for more.

But Bull’s dick was a lot fucking bigger than one of Malcolm’s fingers.

“Nothing, baby,” Bull growled, shifting Malcolm’s hips and moving his lax body exactly how he wanted him. “You just lie there and let me use this sexy little ass to come.”

Malcolm moaned, grasping at the bedsheets and arching his back. “Okay, yes, please do that.”

Bull pressed on the outside of his ass, making the channel he was fucking into as tight as possible and Malcolm could feel everything. Every time the head of his cock popped out the top, Bull grunted and dragged it back.

His whole body buzzing, Malcolm watched him through half-lidded eyes.

“Are you imagining me pushing this big dick inside you, baby boy?”

“Yes,” he moaned out, gripping at the sheets. That was exactly what he was imagining. The position, the way Bull held him upfor his use, it wasdoing thingsto Malcolm’s insides, convincing him he could handle that cock driving inside him.

“Me too,” Bull grunted, his hips speeding up. “You’re going to be so fucking tight. It’ll be perfect. When you’re ready, I’ll prep this ass so well you’ll be begging me to take you.”

“Fuck, Bull…” He clenched his ass, pretty sure the imprint of Bull’s dick was going to be left behind between his cheeks.

“But I can wait. However long it takes,” Bull said between gritted teeth. “You know why?”

Malcolm shook his head, his dick somehow already starting to get hard again.

“Because I know I won’t just be your first. I’m going to be your last, baby boy.”

Wet heat began to fill the space between his cheeks, slicking up the channel even more as Bull’s thrusts stuttered and then stalled out, his head thrown back on a loud moan, jaw tight.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

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