Page 69 of Bull's Boy

Bull wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed up onto his knees. “You want something more to fill you up, baby boy?” he asked, voice guttural as he started to shuffle back on the bed. His huge cock swayed with his movements, drawing Malcolm’s attention to it. “How about that tentacle one again?”

“No,” Malcolm said, panting and pushing himself up onto his elbows. He kept his gaze on Bull’s dark-red dick, clenching his ass instinctively. “I just want you. All of you.”

Bull froze on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure?”

He nodded quickly. He’d been ready, probably for a couple of weeks, but the two of them had been having too much fun playing. First with his training set of plugs, then the vibrating one, and then Bull had started getting dildos of all shapes and sizes. The tentacle one was the latest purchase, and Malcolm loved it. It felt amazing, all the grooves and ridges catching and pulling on his rim deliciously.

But his daddy had been patient long enough. This was something they both craved. It was time for Malcolm to face the tiny tendril of apprehension still left about being able to take his whole monster-sized cock and just do it.

“If this is about the key,” Bull asked as he knee-walked back between Malcolm’s legs, placing his hands on his thighs, “you don’t owe me anything for that.”

Malcolm chuckled, wondering if Bull somehow knew he’d had a mini crisis earlier out on the porch about it. “No, this isn’t payment for giving me a copy of your house key. I promise I’m ready. Fuck me, Daddy.”

Bull made a sort of groaning, growly sound deep in his chest, diving across Malcolm to grab the lube from under his pillow and slicking up his fingers. Holding Malcolm’s eyes, he forced two of his thick fingers inside him at once. The stretch and burn, now so familiar, still took his breath away.

He tipped his head back and moaned, trembling as Bull touched all the best spots inside him before rubbing at his swollen prostate. In and out at a slow and steady pace. His gaze stayed locked on Malcolm’s face. His dick drooled against his stomach, his breaths coming in quick pants.

“More,” Malcolm gasped out, pulling his legs up and grabbing the back of his knees.

“You’re so fucking greedy for it, aren’t you, baby boy?” Bull said, pulling his fingers out and then working in three at once. “This hole was made for my cock and won’t be happy until the whole thing is stuffed inside.”

Malcolm nodded and took a few deep breaths, focusing on relaxing, knowing he needed all the prep he could get before Bull shoved his fat dick inside him. But God, he wanted it. He wanted to be gaping open afterward, wet with come and swollen from being used so perfectly.

Once he’d worked all three fingers fully inside him, Bull held still, giving Malcolm a moment to get used to the feeling of fullness. Then, slowly, carefully, with his eyes studying Malcolm the whole time, he spread his fingers apart and pulled them back out.

The pain was minimal. The white-hot pleasure wasoverwhelming.

“Yes. God, yes,” Malcolm moaned, eyes falling shut so he could just feel his body giving way to the immense pressure as Bull did the whole thing again.

After the third time, he swirled the tips of his fingers in a circle just past his rim, and Malcolm mewled softly, a delectable flash of electricity jolting through him.

Then Bull slapped his hole.

The sharp pain, brief but unexpected, made him twitch and moan brokenly.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Bull said, a ragged edge to his voice. “Watch me wreck this slutty little hole.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He peeled his lids apart to stare down his body at his big, hulking boyfriend kneeling between his legs, stroking his huge cock. It glistened in the low lamplight as he smeared lube down his thick, veiny shaft. Malcolm’s belly clenched at the sight, and he shoved away that tiny kernel of fear. He could do this. They’d been training his ass for over a month.

Tensing his ab muscles, he released his legs and grabbed his cheeks, pulling himself apart. “Wreck me, Daddy.”

Bull pressed the tip of his meaty cock against Malcolm’s entrance and pushed. The pressure from his wide, plum-shaped head was immense, and when it popped past his rim, the burn was delicious, a shudder working down Malcolm’s body.

Bull grunted and held still, taking a few unsteady breaths. “Okay, baby boy?”

“Yes,” Malcolm hissed, digging his fingers into his cheeks. “Make me take it, Daddy.”

Teeth clenching and eyes flaring wide, Bull drove his hips forward, sinking half of his length into Malcolm’s body for the first time. It almost felt like he would be ripped in half but inthe best way.

Gasping, his hands fluttered for purchase, grabbing onto Bull’s biceps as he leaned forward and planted his fists on either side of Malcolm’s shoulders. Staring into each other’s eyes, Bull pulled partway out, the delicious slide tearing a moan from Malcolm’s lax lips, and then he shoved forward again. He did it over and over, his pace quickening until his groin finally slapped against Malcolm’s ass, and he was fully seated inside him.

“God, I think you really are going to rearrange my guts,” Malcolm mumbled, his heavy-lidded gaze running over Bull’s sweat-slicked body.

Choking on a laugh, Bull shook his head with such a look of fond exasperation that Malcolm’s stomach swooped. Bull guided one of his legs up over his shoulder, then the other. The relaxation of his muscles now that he didn’t have to hold them in place allowed Bull’s dick to slip just a little farther inside him.

“Ready?” Bull asked.

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