Hunger (Chicken Ranch Gentlemen's Club Book 1) by Amanda Young Page A
Authors: Amanda Young
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thing he wanted to do was hurt Declan in any way, his lust overrode good sense and demanded he take what Declan so readily offered.
Killian spread Declan's cheeks wide and spit, letting his saliva run down Declan's crevice. Unable to resist, he ran his thumb over the tightly furled pucker, rubbing in the moisture, and watched it clench and wink at him in response.
Declan wiggled his ass. "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing." Far be it from him to make his impatient lover wait another minute. Killian lined his dick up and thrust, pushing all the way in. He grunted as his balls swung forward and back, slapping his taint.
"Oh God." Declan groaned and spread his legs wider. "That's it. Take me."
Sweet pressure sucked at Killian's shaft like a hungry mouth, demanding he move. Instead of giving in, he pressed his chest against Declan's back and kissed the sensitive dip under his lover's right ear. "Love the way you feel around me. Can't get enough."
Declan squirmed, grinding his ass back against Killian. " Please …"
Once Killian got a good grip on Declan's narrow hips, he rolled his pelvis backward, retreating until just the head remained trapped inside Declan's body. He lunged back inside, hard and fast, and then did it again, setting a violent pace that made his dick ache and his balls bounce with the force behind each brutal shove forward and back.
Declan met each inward plunge, shoving back for more and calling out Killian's name with little breathless whimpers that had Killian ready to come long before he was ready. Killian gritted his teeth and pushed through the desire to spill, determined to make this encounter last as long as he possibly could. God knew, it could very well be the last time he got to feel Declan's ass holding him tight.
But he wasn't going to think about that. Not now, when all his concentration needed to be focused on the task at hand. He rocked his hips and propelled his dick in and out, over and again, and lost himself in the feel of Declan pressed against him.
"Oh yeah." Declan let go of the wall and reached for his dick. "Feels so good."
Killian leaned forward, plastering his sweaty chest against Declan's slick back, and batted Declan's hand away. He wrapped his fist around Declan's cock and pumped in time with his strokes. "Mine."
"God, Killian." Declan bowed his head. "Keep going… ah …just like that. Not going to last…"
Killian wanted to tell Declan it didn't matter. That he wasn't going to last much longer either. But he couldn't draw enough air into his lungs to form the words. Instead, he moaned his agreement and pushed on, fucking Declan with long, deep strokes guaranteed to bring them both off.
All too soon, a familiar tremor zigzagged down Killian's spine and shot between his legs. His balls migrated north and hugged the trunk of his cock. It wasn't going to be long now. As much as he wanted to keep going, keep fucking Declan long into the night and beyond, his body just wasn't willing to suffer the pleasurable torment for much longer.
Just when he began to fear he wasn't going to be able to hold out and make Declan come first—when his balls felt like they were trying to crawl back inside his groin and his dick was swollen passed the point of no return—Declan cried out. His ass clenched Killian's cock, each contraction squeezing down in time with the slick pulses of fluid spurting over Killian's fist.
Killian kept pumping Declan's cock until it sagged and finished drooling. Then he closed his eyes, shoved deep one last time, and let go. Shivering through each mind-numbing shot his balls fired, Killian held Declan tight and silently suffered through wave after wave of nearly painful pleasure. Three little words replayed over and over in his mind, where they would remain until he was sure of their welcome. Now certainly wasn't the time to say them.
With more than a touch of reluctance, Killian wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock to hold the condom in place
Killian spread Declan's cheeks wide and spit, letting his saliva run down Declan's crevice. Unable to resist, he ran his thumb over the tightly furled pucker, rubbing in the moisture, and watched it clench and wink at him in response.
Declan wiggled his ass. "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing." Far be it from him to make his impatient lover wait another minute. Killian lined his dick up and thrust, pushing all the way in. He grunted as his balls swung forward and back, slapping his taint.
"Oh God." Declan groaned and spread his legs wider. "That's it. Take me."
Sweet pressure sucked at Killian's shaft like a hungry mouth, demanding he move. Instead of giving in, he pressed his chest against Declan's back and kissed the sensitive dip under his lover's right ear. "Love the way you feel around me. Can't get enough."
Declan squirmed, grinding his ass back against Killian. " Please …"
Once Killian got a good grip on Declan's narrow hips, he rolled his pelvis backward, retreating until just the head remained trapped inside Declan's body. He lunged back inside, hard and fast, and then did it again, setting a violent pace that made his dick ache and his balls bounce with the force behind each brutal shove forward and back.
Declan met each inward plunge, shoving back for more and calling out Killian's name with little breathless whimpers that had Killian ready to come long before he was ready. Killian gritted his teeth and pushed through the desire to spill, determined to make this encounter last as long as he possibly could. God knew, it could very well be the last time he got to feel Declan's ass holding him tight.
But he wasn't going to think about that. Not now, when all his concentration needed to be focused on the task at hand. He rocked his hips and propelled his dick in and out, over and again, and lost himself in the feel of Declan pressed against him.
"Oh yeah." Declan let go of the wall and reached for his dick. "Feels so good."
Killian leaned forward, plastering his sweaty chest against Declan's slick back, and batted Declan's hand away. He wrapped his fist around Declan's cock and pumped in time with his strokes. "Mine."
"God, Killian." Declan bowed his head. "Keep going… ah …just like that. Not going to last…"
Killian wanted to tell Declan it didn't matter. That he wasn't going to last much longer either. But he couldn't draw enough air into his lungs to form the words. Instead, he moaned his agreement and pushed on, fucking Declan with long, deep strokes guaranteed to bring them both off.
All too soon, a familiar tremor zigzagged down Killian's spine and shot between his legs. His balls migrated north and hugged the trunk of his cock. It wasn't going to be long now. As much as he wanted to keep going, keep fucking Declan long into the night and beyond, his body just wasn't willing to suffer the pleasurable torment for much longer.
Just when he began to fear he wasn't going to be able to hold out and make Declan come first—when his balls felt like they were trying to crawl back inside his groin and his dick was swollen passed the point of no return—Declan cried out. His ass clenched Killian's cock, each contraction squeezing down in time with the slick pulses of fluid spurting over Killian's fist.
Killian kept pumping Declan's cock until it sagged and finished drooling. Then he closed his eyes, shoved deep one last time, and let go. Shivering through each mind-numbing shot his balls fired, Killian held Declan tight and silently suffered through wave after wave of nearly painful pleasure. Three little words replayed over and over in his mind, where they would remain until he was sure of their welcome. Now certainly wasn't the time to say them.
With more than a touch of reluctance, Killian wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock to hold the condom in place
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