Semua Bab Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Bab 111 - Bab 113

3 ~ Claimed on the Couch HAWTHORNE’s POV He yanked my head back with my hair, his thick shaft popping free with a slick sound. I gasped for air, my lips swollen and numb, staring up at him with watery eyes."Not yet," Jamie said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. His dark eyes burned with control, that quiet student gone, replaced by this dominant force towering over me. He hauled me up by the arm, his strong fingers digging into my skin, and shoved me toward the leather couch in the corner. It creaked under my weight as I stumbled back onto it, my shirt half-open, my pants tented obscenely. Jamie kicked off his jeans and boxers fully, his massive nine-inch cock bobbing free, slick with my saliva, veins pulsing along its length. He was a sight—muscles rippling under that smooth brown skin, chest heaving, sweat beading on his abs."Strip," he ordered, stepping closer, his hand stroking his dick lazily, smearing the wetness from my mouth over the head. I scramble

5 ~ Ravaged in the Stacks HAWTHORNE’s POV Jamie groaned, his hips bucking shallowly, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts. "Yeah, swallow that dick—clean it up for round two." His hand guided my head, setting the pace deeper each time until his pubes tickled my nose, his balls tapping my chin. I gagged wetly as tears prickled my eyes, but I didn't pull back, my throat relaxing to take him all. Spit bubbled at the corners of my mouth, dripping onto the floor, and I reached up to fondle his heavy sack, rolling the orbs in my palm, feeling them tighten. He pulled out abruptly, strings of saliva connecting us, and hauled me to my feet. "Pants off. Now." We stripped frantically in the aisle, our clothes discarded in a heap amid forgotten volumes on ancient wars. Naked under the stacks, the cool air pebbled my skin, my cock rigid and aching anew, ass clenching around the emptiness. Jamie spun me around, pressing my chest to the bookshelf, my hands splaying on leather-bound