Page 70 of Bull's Boy

Malcolm stared at his familiar face, his features harsh with built-up tension.

Was he ready to get dicked down by this monster cock? Definitely.

Was he ready for the silent meaning behind the key now on his keychain? Okay, yes.

Was he ready to spend the rest of his life with this man who cared for him so well, giving Malcolm everything he wanted and then some? Most likely.

Cupping Bull’s face, he traced the shell of his ear and whispered, “Ready.”

He wasn’t sure if Bull heard the unspoken promise behind that single word, but his eyes softened, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Achingly slowly, he pulled his hips back and then pushed forward.

It was similar to how the dildos and plugs felt butsomuch better. The slight give, the burning heat, and just the knowledge that it was Bull inside him, not a piece of silicone, made everything that much more intense.

Carefully, Bull worked up his speed until the sound of their skin slapping together and Bull’s deep, guttural grunts filled the air around them.

Malcolm was so blissed-out, riding the waves of thrilling pleasure growing inside him, he didn’t realize he was making a soft wailing sound with each thrust until Bull said, “Fuck, you’re taking this cock so well. My perfect boy,” and he stopped to thank him.

Swimming in a pool of delirium, he was barely aware of his own body. Bull was pounding into him, making it so none of their toys would ever satisfy him again, and all Malcolm could do was beg for more.

“Please, please, please,” he slurred, touching every part of Bull’s body he could reach. He paid special attention to his nipples, playing with the shiny barbells he loved so much.

Bull grabbed one of his hands, licked across his palm, then placed it on his neglected cock. He gritted out, “Make yourself come. I want to feel you bearing down on me as you come all over yourself.”

Malcolm whined and started stroking, using the ocean of precome that had leaked all over to slick himself up. He matched Bull’s quick, relentless pace. Within a few minutes, he cried out, his balls drawing up sharply, and his orgasm punched out of him. A jet of come hit the base of his throat from the force of it.

He jerked himself through it, moaning as Bull’s thrusts turned to short, sharp punches.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Bull grunted over the slick sounds of his plunging cock. Then he stilled, buried deep inside Malcolm, his face drawing tight with pleasurable pain.

For a long minute, they just panted and stared at each other, contented astonishment settling over Malcolm’s muscles. He’d done it. He’d taken every single centimeter of Bull’s dick andlovedit.

Bull leaned down and kissed him, licking inside with slow, languid movements. Malcolm sighed sadly when Bull started todeflate and he carefully pulled out. Pushing up onto his knees, Bull swore softly, his eyes glued to Malcolm’s ass.

A trickle of wetness began to seep out of him, and Bull frowned, swiping up the fluid and pushing it back inside.

Malcolm was so tender he hissed but didn’t ask him to stop. He simply let Bull continue to push his escaping come back inside him until Bull stumbled off the bed, looking about as unsteady as Malcolm felt, and pulled open the dresser drawer where all their toys were. He came back with a mid-sized plug and held it up for Malcolm’s approval.

Sliding his teeth over his bottom lip, Malcolm nodded and then groaned as Bull forced the silicone inside him, plugging him up so his seed couldn’t escape anymore.

Bull carefully laid himself over Malcolm, licking at the streak of come that had landed on his throat before burying his face there and sighing. “That was amazing. You’re so perfect, baby boy.”

His deep voice rolled over Malcolm, soothing him just as much as the warm, heavy weight of his body did.

“You took my cock so well. You did such a good job, baby.”

The quiet, steady stream of praise filled him with a sort of soft contentment that eased him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“This is ridiculous,” Malcolm said, storming out of his bedroom and back into the main area of his apartment. “I shouldn’t even be going to this. Youdefinitelydon’t need to be wasting your time. I can just meet you back at your place afterward.”

Bull watched him pace back and forth, not interrupting his rant. He did take a moment to appreciate how hot his boyfriend was though. Malcolm was wearing tight black dress pants and a light blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His normally adorably chaotic hair was parted on the left side, his waves somewhat tamed. Bull would always prefer him naked and in his bed, but this wasn’t a bad look.

When Malcolm paused to take a breath, hands fisted on his hips, Bull closed the distance between them and grabbed his shoulders. “Baby boy, it doesn’t matter if you say it a hundred more times—you’re not going without me. So how about we come up with a signal for when you’re ready to leave instead?”

Malcolm huffed and looked away, nibbling on his lower lip. “How about when I run out of there screaming, you bring the truck around?”

“Sounds good to me. Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re really worried about?”

---