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    making colors burst behind his closed eyes.
    Brad crawled over Gavin until he was kneeling between his
    legs. Brad placed one large hand against the smal of his back,
    soothing Gavin who shifted beneath him, physicaly hurting from the
    emptiness. “Be stil, Gav. I want you to wait, hungry for my cock,
    until I’m ready to take you.”
    It was strange how that worked. Gavin ceased his squirming
    for relief, but his body ached more than ever. A fresh blaze of
    desire spiraled through his system. His breathing was labored with
    excitement. He couldn’t fight the panting desperation—even for
    Brad.
    “I know, baby,” Brad said over the sound of him tearing
    open a condom wrapper. “You like being forced to just lay there
    and wait for me. I like it too. You look so good al open and ready
    for my cock. Just being stil and obedient like a good little cock
    whore.”
    Gavin was going to lie there and come if Brad didn’t hurry.
    His prick jerked at Brad’s words, hurting from its trapped position
    between Gavin’s stomach and the sheets, but he didn’t move. He
    didn’t fight for relief from the pressure that built in his bals, making
    them ache with the need for release.
    Gavin heard Brad reach over to grab the tube of lube he’d
    tossed on the bed when they’d first gotten to his bedroom.
    “That’s what I want, you know?” Brad’s low, commanding
    voice covered the unsexy squirt of lubricant against fingers. “I want
    you to be my whore—hot, sexy, wiling for whatever I want to do
    to your fucking perfect body. Do you want that, Gav? You wanna
    be my cock whore?”
    Gavin couldn’t answer him. He’d locked his jaw against the
    lust. His body might be stil, but every muscle was tense. He knew
    he needed to loosen up a bit or it was going to hurt like hel when
    Brad fucked him. But he didn’t care. He wanted the sensory
    overload. He liked a little pain.
    Brad fisted a hand in Gavin’s hair, jerking him out of his
    internal musing. “I asked you a question. I want you to answer it.
    Does the idea of being a whore for me turn you on?”
    “Yes,” Gavin sobbed, the words releasing a wealth of longing
    as the coil of tension started to unravel. “Fuck, yes. I’l be anything
    you want.”
    Brad groaned, obviously enjoying the answer. He rubbed his
    fingers against Gavin’s ass, leaving a trail of sticky lubricant. “I’m
    not using much,” Brad warned. “Because I’m a twisted bastard and
    I want you to feel the first time I fuck you for a long time after it’s
    over.”
    They were both twisted bastards, because Gavin wanted it
    too. He wanted the memory of Brad to hurt for days.
    Brad grabbed Gavin’s hips, forcing him onto his knees. Legs
    spread wide, ass in the air with his face buried against the sheets,
    Gavin’s entire being vibrated when Brad leaned into him, his cock
    sliding against the crack of his ass.
    Brad didn’t warn him; he simply took what he wanted. Gavin
    didn’t have time to adjust before Brad was pushing into him, forcing
    his way past the tight ring of muscle. The sting was a sizzle of
    pleasure, and Gavin opened wider to it, savoring the feeling of being
    stretched and filed until he couldn’t think about anything but the
    thick prick fucking him.
    And he was thick. Lube or not, Gavin would feel Brad for
    days afterward. He was so caught up in enjoying the sting of being
    fucked, Gavin temporarily forgot the main reason why bottoming to
    a big dick made pussy seem lame. Then Brad’s cock brushed
    against his prostate, giving him an abrupt reminder that made Gavin
    cry out, his body surging forward from the electrical shock of
    pleasure.
    “Fuck,” he gasped, stil trying to pul away from Brad
    because the ecstasy was too intense. “Stop, stop, stop. Christ,
    you’re big and—”
    “Shhh,” Brad coaxed. One hand stil sticky with lube gripped
    Gavin’s thigh, while the other closed over his shoulder, forcing
    Gavin to stay where he was. “Just breathe. Go into