Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Every good fighter needs to know when they’ve lost,” I growled as I jerked down my shorts.
River turned back. He licked his lips and grinned at the sight of my length. “You consider this losing, Frankie?”
“I consider this a fucking lesson. Pants off, River. It’s time to learn.”
River tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down with my foot. He grunted and called me a few choice words under his breath. His jeans were unzipped and around his ankles in no time. With an arch of his back, his ass was out on full display.
I smirked and pushed at his asscheeks with my foot. “Look how fucking desperate you look.”
“I’m not the only one with a hard cock,” he shot back. His husky baritone made the ache in my length worse.
“But you’re the only one bent over.”
“Proving my trust.”
I approached and slapped my cock against his left cheek. He grunted and pushed toward me.
“Then I trust you can fucking take it.”
I lifted his hips with my hands and spread his cheeks. I spat twice before pushing into him. His ass was so tight around me. River groaned into the stairs as I rocked inside him. Fuck, I could get used to this. River never looked better than begging for me to fuck him.
I kept his chest down with one hand as I started fucking him. My pace was quick. Relentless. I took out all my anger from this past week on his ass, pounding him down into the stairs. His thighs slapped against the metal side, and his moans echoed off the top when I forced him down further.
One hand keeping control on his shoulder, I reached around and wrapped my hand around his cock. River tipped his head back with a moan. His hair had fallen out of its bun and tangled around his neck. I gave him a violent snap of my hips, my cock throbbing painfully at how fucking sexy he looked as I pounded him. Mouth open, flushed cheeks, pulsing dick. I had full control of this match and only needed to prove my win.
“I never knew you to be such a fucking loser,” I said on a grunt as I tugged his cock even faster, urgency in every slap of my hips.
“Curious who I lost to?” His grin was still there, even as his eyes rolled back. “Fuck, there. Hit that again if you can.”
I angled my hips up and fucked him even harder. His loud cry made my body shiver.
“Fuck, fuck. Keep hitting there and I’m going to come on your hand.”
“You’ll come when I say you will,” I growled.
“You sure about that?” He laughed and pushed his hips back against mine. I forced him back down, stroking his cock even faster. I felt like a feral animal and River sounded just like one.
“You’re going to come on these stairs like the loser you are, and I’m going to come in this pretty little ass of yours so you remember who you fucking lost to.”
“That sounds like a win to me.”
“Fuck off.”
River’s laugh was cut off by his stream of moans as I picked up my pace, and the stairs rocked with my powerful thrusts. His cock pulsed and twitched as I fucked him. He gave a broken grunt and exploded all over my hand and the stairs. His body shook and arched as I stroked him through the pleasure. Even when he tried to jerk away thanks to his sensitivity, I gripped his half-hard cock, milking him through his orgasm.
“See? Loser.” My words barely came out with how hard I was breathing. “Coming first. Pathetic. Take this and don’t you dare spill a drop.”
I pounded into him a few more times before I came, filling his ass with my cum. My body trembled and I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. I fucked myself through it, making a mess of his ass and thighs. Fuck, I hadn’t realized how pent up I was. Cum leaked from his ass and down his thighs even though my cock was still inside.
River hummed and pushed up on his elbows. “Looks like I spilled. Or maybe you did?” He smirked. “So, who’s the real loser here, Frankie?”
“Shut the fuck up, River.”
“Make me.” His eyes burned with challenge. I gritted my teeth. River was always a good fighter, and his fucking style was no exception. “I still think you’re a damn idiot and won’t stay quiet about that. Not when it comes to my teammate.”
I ripped myself away from him and shook my head. “I’ll talk to him.” I doubt Bones would want to talk about it either, but now that I had the semblance of post-nut clarity, River had a point. We’d be fucked if Bones ruined himself now.
“Good. Thanks.”
River stood up and fixed his jeans and hair. Except for the flush on his cheeks and the cum on the stairs and floor, it was as if nothing had happened.