Page 103 of Their Ruthless Sadist

I didn’t wait for the pretty boy. I simply walked out of the shower. I didn’t bother with a towel, either. I followed the cowboy into my bedroom, catching up to him before he reached the bed. With one hand on his shoulder, I spun him around to face me, then slammed my mouth down on his.

The cowboy’s arms flew around my neck as I crushed him to me, assaulting his mouth with brutal intent.

“Fist my cock,” I commanded between kisses. “Rub it against yours.”

He whimpered but did as I said. Both arms released me and he grabbed my cock, sliding it against his as I pumped my hips to increase the friction. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I wanted him. Hell, I’d go so far as to say I fucking needed him.

If I didn’t know better, I would say that these two broke me. All my good intentions of dominating them, hurting them, abusing them… They had gone out the window. At least in that moment.

“On the bed,” I muttered, gripping his hips and pushing him up onto the mattress.

I had enough sense to grab the lube as I crawled onto the bed with him. Seconds later, my cock was slick as I aligned with his body, eager to thrust inside.

“Hold on, cowboy,” I growled. “Fucking hold on.”

Without waiting a second longer, I impaled him on my cock. His knees shifted back as I pressed him into the mattress with my weight. I fused our lips together as I began pumping my hips, fucking him as though my life depended on it.

The cowboy whimpered and moaned, his arms tightly twined around my neck as he held on to me. I kept at it, fucking him roughly, not caring about anyone or anything except for his pliant body beneath me and his tongue warring with mine.

Unchecked groans escaped me as I fought the overwhelming urge to come hard and fast. I wanted to enjoy this, to ride it out for as long as I could.

Finally, I managed to break the kiss and pushed up onto my knees. I gripped the cowboy’s hips and jerked him toward me as I thrust forward, driving my cock deep into his ass. I was possessed and I didn’t give a shit. His body clamped onto my cock, hot and so fucking welcoming. It was driving me out of my mind.

Our eyes locked and I held his stare as I continued to fuck him.

Goddamn it, Brax. What the fuck are you doing to me?

As soon as his name registered in my mind, I threw myself forward again, bending him in half as I held myself over him and slammed my hips downward, driving as far as I could inside him before retreating. I pummeled him over and over, relishing the sharp gasps and desperate groans my thrusts earned me.

The sudden urge to have him riding me had me wrapping one arm beneath his back.

“Hold on,” I commanded again as I rolled onto my back.

Without dislodging my cock from his ass, the cowboy repositioned so that he could fuck me, lifting and lowering on my cock. I reached for his dick and stroked him roughly, our eyes once again fixed together.

“Fuck me,” I ordered. “Make me come, damn you.”

The cowboy rode me like a fucking bull, driving me closer and closer to release until I couldn’t hold back a second longer.

Without warning, I roared my release, slamming my hips up into him. He cried out as his cock jerked in my hand, cum splashing over my belly and my chest.

When I could take a breath without fearing I would pass out, I smiled up at him.

“Clean me, cowboy.”

He smiled in return. “Gladly, Zeke.”

And he did.

Friday, October 26

Jamie surprised me on Friday morning when she showed up just after six in the morning. Like usual, she caught me during my workout. Thankfully, I’d been mindful of the day, figuring she would show up since I had purposely kept her away from the house last Friday. I had made sure both the cowboy and the pretty boy were dressed just in case.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” she teased when I finished the last of my set.

“Your choice. I just need to shower.”

Jamie stared back at me, her head tilting to one side, then the other.