Semua Bab Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Bab 1 - Bab 5

GREGORY'S POV “You're looking at me like you want to be ruined.” Kale’s voice played on repeat in my head as I sat in the back of the lecture room, absently licking the tip of my pen like it owed me an orgasm. Mathematics, again. God, someone please put me out of my misery. If numbers were men, I would let them rail me just so they would be kinder. But unfortunately, math just fucked me raw—no lube, no courtesy, no pleasure.I hated this class. Actually, I hated this course so much I considered faking my own death to escape it. But the puppeteers I called parents insisted I attend such a boring Monday morning lecture after I tried to sleep at home, and here I was—sitting stiff with a half-boner of frustration after the fucked up last night party and no will to live.Kale, my sweet, sex-on-speed-dial boyfriend, would have bent me over backwards to make me forget this hell. The way I obeyed? That boy fucked like hell I moaned and rolled my eyes at every thrust—Slow or fast. And yet

GREGORY'S POV “Yes… Daddy,” I had barely finished begging as he assured me I was getting fucked by him when he grabbed my neck, pulled me up and slammed me into the leather seat. He locked his eyes on me as he took off his ties. My body only burned with lust. I paused my breathing to prevent me from moaning—One I had been keeping since the moment he got into this goddamn office. His fingers reached out to his shirt's button and he began to open. Every one of it he loosened only sent jolts of shiver down my spine and I began sucking my lips as soon as I laid my eyes on his perfectly fine abs that could make a woman or man bend over a fucking kitchen table for him. “Your cock is twitching just from looking at me undressing.” He smirked. “I don't like it when boys are in control. I will teach you how to do that.” “Okay, sir.” I replied, my voice low. Professor Richard took off his shirt finally. Then, his shoes. His socks. His pants. Then, his briefs again, revealing that evil he c

GREGORY'S POV His cock—still hard, still leaking—throbbed in front of me, thick and terrifying and irresistible.I licked my lips, swallowed down my shame… and leaned in. The desk looming above like an altar. He gripped my hair—gentle enough to guide, firm enough to command. “Open for me,” he ordered, and I parted my lips, my tongue flicking out. He guided his cock into my mouth. As he pushed his cock in, even the cool metal of the desk couldn't distract me from the heat emanating from his cock while filling my damn mouth up. He tested me by pulling his cock deeper into my throat, choking me and letting my throat stretch around him. He groaned—deep and vibrating, “That's it, you little slut. Suck me like I own you.”His hand pressed down my head and I felt the slick heat of my saliva and his precum drooling down my cheek. “Don't swallow,” he breathed, “I will make you taste every drop.”“Hmm… yes…” I moaned as I pushed my head back and forth while he sent his hand to the table. Ob