Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance, Bailey Bradford [best pdf ebook reader for android .TXT] 📗

fucking beautiful and responsive. My God, Rory, you really don’t have any idea how special you are.” The words sounded torn from Chance, released against his will. Rory opened his eyes and looked down at the man. Chance did not look happy with his admission.

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That was okay, because Rory didn’t believe it anyway. How could he, when so many other people had proven the man’s words wrong? The unease in Chance’s eyes turned to something else as he snarled at Rory, obviously reading the denial he was about to utter.

Rory bit down on his tongue to keep from refuting Chance’s claims—the last thing he wanted to do was argue right now.

“I’ll get it through your stubborn head eventually, Rory. I will.” Those dark chocolate eyes held Rory pinned in place, promising to follow through on the words.

Well, the man could try, wasn’t anything Rory could do to stop him—

A hard swat on his hip snapped Rory right to attention. He let go of the headboard and started to rise up but Chance shoved him and had Rory flipped over onto his stomach before he even knew how it happened.

Strong hands reached around his hips, pulling Rory up onto his knees. Heart thudding bruisingly hard in his chest, Rory spread his thighs wide and braced himself on his forearms, resting his head on his hands. He turned his head to watch what he could as he felt his cheeks being spread wide open. When the tips of Chance’s thumbs pressed against Rory’s hole, pushing until they loosened the tight ring and penetrated him, Rory let out a strangled groan. He was going to die from the pleasure any moment now. There was no way something could feel so damn good without stopping his heart. It just wasn’t possible.

Chance pulled back and Rory protested in a series of incoherent grumbles. The cool feel of lube running down his crease stopped the grumbling and replaced it with a smile. One long, rough finger forced its way into Rory’s channel, slowly at first, then twisting in faster until hard knuckles rasped up against his opening.

Rory moaned and arched his back, pushing his butt down needing more. A second finger pressed in, burning as it stretched the clamping ring that was trying to deny Rory the pleasure Chance was giving him. Chance twisted his fingers inside Rory, crooking them slightly and pegging his gland and sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyes.

“God! Chance! Fuck me, please!” Rory hadn’t known until that moment that he wasn’t too proud to beg. All he knew for sure was if Chance didn’t fuck him now, he might do something mortifying, like cry and beg at the same time. He had never felt anything like this before, and knew it wasn’t only what they were doing, but who he was doing it with.

“Need to stretch you a little more, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Chance’s voice sounded strained, as though he were hurting with need as much as Rory was.

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“Just fuck me! I won’t break! Now, Chance. Don’t make me…” Rory had to pant as Chance rubbed his gland again. “Don’t make me beg anymore.” That came out less demanding and more pathetic than Rory had meant for it to, but it was done, and Chance’s fingers were pulling out. The sound of the lube opening and sputtering as Chance coated his cock sent goose bumps over Rory.

He wanted this, but he wasn’t going to deny that he was just a little leery of how big Chance’s cock was. Fear didn’t have enough time to latch on because Rory was spread wide once again. The sound of Chance’s sharply indrawn breath startled Rory and he tried to crane his neck around to see the man’s expression. When he did, it stole his breath. The wonder on Chance’s face did all sorts of warm tingly things to Rory’s belly.

“I told you, baby. Just perfect, so fucking beautiful. Your ass is going to be gorgeous swallowing me up.” Chance lined up his dick with Rory’s hole and grasped his hip. “You sure you’re ready, baby?”

Rory met Chance’s gaze and nodded as best he could, fear and want stealing his voice.

Chance rocked gently forward, nudging at Rory’s resistant entry. He clamped his other hand on Rory’s hip, locking him firmly in place.

“I’ll try to go slow,” Chance muttered, brown eyes conflicted as he studied Rory.

But Rory didn’t want slow. There was a panic building in him, a fear that Chance might still walk away. Irrational considering their current positions, but Rory couldn’t shake it.

“No. I want this.” Rory lifted his head from where it rested on his hands and took a deep breath. “I don’t want slow and sweet, Chance. I won’t break.”

Chance’s hand clenched on Rory’s hip. “I don’t want to hurt you. We should—”

“Fuck ‘we should’! I need you now!” He pushed up onto his palms and rocked backwards as forcefully as he dared just as Chance rammed his hips forward hard, shoving through the stubborn muscles.

Rory could only gasp, the burning and stretching painful despite the fingers that had worked his channel only moments before. He bore down as Chance thrust again, then he was completely impaled, butt and the back of his thighs pressed against Chance’s crinkly pubic hair and muscular legs. Rory struggled to breathe, feeling that the air had been pushed from his lungs by Chance’s thick length.

Before Rory could adjust to being filled so completely, he began trying to rock himself on Chance’s dick. Chance pulled back, sliding almost all the way out of Rory’s passage.

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Rory couldn’t keep still, pushing back to meet Chance’s thrusts. He welcomed the penetration, wanting this, pain and pleasure, all with the man he’d come to admire.

A strong forearm locked around Rory’s belly, pulling him upright on his knees. Chance wrapped his other arm around Rory’s chest and began pumping his cock into Rory in short, sharp bursts that