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I moaned wantonly, overcome with desire, “Please, Dori. Please ruin my hole. Fuck the cum out of me and then keep fucking me until I’m begging you to stop. Use me, Dori,please.”
“Holy fuck, you have a dirty mouth,” he groaned, lining himself up with my twitching hole. “Tell me who owns this hole, angel.”
“You!” I shouted, about to cry again.
“Yeah? This slutty hole is all mine?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Please, please, Dori!”
“That’s right. It belongs to me. Every fucking inch of your body.”
And with that, he slammed into me, breaching my hole just as brutally as always—just as I craved.
Long, keening moans were punched out of me with every thrust, his cock filling me up to my deepest parts.
I wasn’t sure exactly how I’d gone from anal virgin to needing my brother to rearrange my guts and break me thoroughly, but I wasn’t sure I really cared.
All I needed was Dori.
Could a person be your kink?
“Dori, wait—i-it feels weird,” I stammered, the feeling in my belly growing stronger and bigger than ever before.
“It’s not weird. Come, Josh. Now!” he shouted, pegging my prostate with his full body weight, making me scream into the sheets.
My vision whited out as the most intense, mind-bending orgasm exploded out of me. My entire body shook withoverwhelming pleasure as jet after jet of cum spurted onto the bed. It felt as if my balls were being wrung out.
Heat flooded into my channel, and Dorian collapsed on top of me, his chest on my back.
Neither of us spoke for a long time, but when I did, all I could say was, “fuck.”
24
Josh
The scent of cheap coffee and bacon grease clung to the air like a breakfast-flavored smog as I sat in a creaky vinyl booth across from Paul and Dorian. The small restaurant on the first floor of the hotel wasn’t much to look at—yellowed linoleum floors, sun-faded posters of motorcycles and deer heads—but the food was hot, and Paul was paying.
Dorian and Paul had been sizing each other up ever since sitting down.
Paul shoveled hash browns onto his fork, eyes cutting across the table toward Dorian. “You treating him right?” he asked.
I blinked, but Dorian didn’t miss a beat.
“Yes,” he said calmly, his tone flat. “Better than anyone else ever has or ever would.”
Paul stared at him for a moment longer, then nodded once, like he’d received an acceptable answer but wasn’t letting his guard down just yet. “Good. You break his heart, I break your jaw. Fair?”
“Fair,” Dorian said with a faint, humorless smile. The look in his eyes was that of a restrained attack dog. Like he knew he would win in a fight, and evencravedthe fight, but was being held back by his owner’s leash.
“Paul,” I muttered, flushing. “Come on…”
He leaned back, shrugging one broad shoulder. “Just covering the basics, kid. You know I worry about you. I can’t help it that your new man looks like a criminal.”
Dorian’s left eye twitched. “Like you don’t,” he muttered under his breath, taking a sip of the coffee.
Paul had been more of a father to me than anyone else ever had, and part of me still wanted his approval. But Dorian wasn’t someone I needed protecting from—at least, well… I didn’twantto be protected from him…
After breakfast, we said our goodbyes in the gravel parking lot. Paul hugged me tight, whispered something about staying in touch, and clapped Dorian on the shoulder before heading off to rejoin the rest of the club.
