Page 60 of Bully for Sale
Ned’s cock pulsed and leaked pre-cum at the rough treatment. Ezer wasn’t surprised by that at all either. But hewasangry.
He was stillso angry.
After climbing onto the sofa, Ezer crouched with his feet on either side of Ned’s hips, face-to-face, breath-to-breath he took hold of Ned’s hot, hard cock.
“Do you want this?” he gritted out.
Ned blinked and said nothing.
“I know you do. Youwantme to let you fuck me. You want to push your cock up into me, don’t you?”
Ned’s brows quirked, but he kept his silence.
“Well, I’m not going to let you. I’ll fuck myself. Understand? I’ll fuckmyself.”
Ned swallowed, and Ezer could see his pulse pounding in his throat. Ezer’s dick throbbed, having grown hard as he’d poised himself over Ned’s cock.
“Don’t you get it? I hate you,” Ezer said, as he lowered himself. His head fell back as perfect pressure flared against his hole, and he moaned as Ned’s thick, fat cock moved deep inside, rubbing his slick glands perfectly, stroking his prostate, and filling him in the most flawless way imaginable. “I hate you so fucking much.”
Ned held still as Ezer rode him, used him, and pleasured himself on his dick. He didn’t thrust, he didn’t take hold of Ezer’s hips, and, with his eyes on Ezer’s face, watching, staring with intensity Ezer didn’t understand, Ned didn’t seem close to coming.
Whimpering, he clung to Ned’s strong neck and shoulders, working himself up and down, wringing unsatisfactory pleasure from his own body. It was so close to what he needed—but it wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t enough. “Please,” he whispered. “I need…I need you…”
But Ned refused, playing the part of a flesh and blood statue.
“Ned,” Ezer groaned. “I can’t…I just can’t…” He rode harder, his thighs burning from the effort, his dick aching and straining with every rub over Ned’s stomach, and his nipples almost stinging with tightness. “Help me.”
Ned murmured. “Beg me for it.”
Ezer shook his head, stubbornness rearing his head again. “No. Take it. Be a bully.”
Ned kept still, his cock rigid inside Ezer, rubbing all the right places as Ezer writhed.
“Fine,” Ezer bit out. “Come inside me, Ned. Makemecome. Touch me. Fuck me.”
Ned smirked. “That wasn’t begging.”
“Do it!” Ezer shouted, desperation mounting in him, along with that now ever-present rage that seemed to catch light even when he didn’t want it to, even when he wanted to escape into this pleasure like he had into the heat.
“Such a sweet, submissive boy you are,” Ned teased, taking hold of Ezer’s hips and stilling his frantic ride. He stood; Ezer wrapped his legs around Ned’s hips to stay impaled and clung to his neck. “Let’s see how you like it now.”
He moved them to a wall and pushed Ezer’s back to it, gripping the backs of Ezer’s thighs, and demonstrating his superior strength by using that pressure to hold Ezer up on the wall, cock buried deep inside. His grip pinched at Ezer’s skin and hurt a little, but Ezer didn’t want sweet and nice—so it was fucking perfect.
“Goddammit.” Ezer said, clawed at Ned’s shoulders. “Fuck me.”
Ned did, and the vulnerable, gravity-defying position left Ezer with no defenses. His ass was plowed hard by Ned’s thick, gorgeous dick, and his hands gripped onto Ned’s firm shoulders, and his asshole flexed wide with each plunge in. Ned was stupidly fucking hot—how had he not seen it before? And being fucked by him felt so goddamn good it blew his mind. Ezer wanted to hate it, he wanted to stay angry, but almost instantly he was far too lost to the sloppy-good-slick-wetness to manage.
His asshole was a fount of slick, his legs shook where Ned held them back, and his insides spasmed with orgasm after orgasm, as his cock painted Ned’s stomach, and his own. He was almost as mindless as he had been in heat, but he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Unlike heat, which had seemed gorgeously endless and transcendent, this was a continual crisis—he needed it over with, and then he needed it again.
“That’s it,” Ned said. “That’s what you wanted.”
Ezer wanted to scream, to pound his fists against Ned and deny it, but instead Ned’s words made him come again, helplessly crying out, and shaking with pleasure.
“Such a good boy,” Ned crooned. “I love fucking you.”
Ezer’s eyes filled with tears as unwanted satisfaction filled him at those words. He didn’t want this. He didn’twantit, but he needed it, and he loved that Ned desired him, and he couldn’t deny that he desired Ned, too.
“Here you go,” Ned grunted. “This is going to help you so much.”
