Bound By His Rules {M×M} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

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 leathe

2 ~ Stretched and Stuffed.Handsome's tongue kept working my hole, slick and insistent, until I was a shaking mess above him. My ass clenched around every thrust of his mouth, but he held me right on the edge, still not letting me tip over. The club's lights pulsed outside the booth, shadows of dancers flickering like they were part of our show. I could feel eyes on us, the thrill making my skin burn hotter.“Enough teasing,” I panted, sliding down his body. My wet hole dragged over his chest, leaving a trail on his shirt. I straddled his hips now, feeling that massive bulge strain against his pants. “I need your cock in me. Now!”He grinned up at me, wicked and hungry, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Bossy little slut. Strip me.” His voice was rough, commanding, like he knew I would obey.I fumbled with his belt, my hands shaky from the rimming high. The zipper rasped down, and I yanked his pants open, the boxers following. His cock sprang out, thick as my wrist,

1 ~ I’d Crawl Back For More. JOSEPH’s POV The chapel remained quiet under the cover of the night, the kind of silence that presses in on you like a secret you shouldn't know. Candles flickered in their iron holders, throwing dancing shadows across the stained glass windows. Saints stared down from those colorful panes, their eyes seeming to follow me as I pushed open the heavy door. My hands shook, my heart hammering in my chest like it wanted to break free. I wasn't here for prayers. Not tonight. Father Matteo had been haunting my dreams, his broad shoulders and that stern jaw filling my head with thoughts no church boy should have. I slipped into the confessional booth, the wooden door groaning shut behind me. The air inside was thick, smelling of old polish and something sharper—my own sweat, maybe. I knelt on the worn cushion, my fingers twisting the rosary beads I had grabbed on the way in. The carved screen separated me from the other side, a thin barrier tha

3 ~ Father Matteo— Please, Harder!JOSEPH’s POVImmediately, Father Matteo speared his tongue inside, the muscle thrust deep, fucking in and out of my hole with obscene wet sounds, his nose buried in my crack. Saliva trickled down, mixing with my own arousal, and he added a finger, thick and insistent, scissoring me open while his tongue flicked the stretched edges. I gripped the table’s leg, moaning into the wood, my cock leaking a steady drip onto the floor. God, his mouth feels like sin wrapped in silk, I thought, the pleasure coiling tight, but he pulled away before I could tip over."Not yet," he growled, standing and hauling me up by the arm. He sat on the edge of a low stool used for vesting, pulling me onto his lap facing him—the reverse lotus position, my knees bracketing his hips, our chests heaving together. His cock nudged my entrance, slick from his spit and my sweat. I sank down slowly, feeling the massive head breach me, popping past the ring with that familiar bu

1 ~ Eyes in the Dark.KING’s POV The club throbbed with heavy beats that rattled my teeth, strobe lights cutting through the haze of smoke and sweat. I slung drinks behind the bar, my tight white shirt clinging to my chest from the sticky heat, scanning the crowd for anyone flashing cash. That's when Don Alvarez caught my eye again. He lounged in the VIP section like he owned the damn place, his black suit stretched over those massive shoulders, a thick cigar glowing between his fingers. He stared at me hard—dark and piercing, like he was stripping me bare right there. “Feels like he's burning holes through me.” I fumbled a shaker, ice clinking too loud, but I couldn't look away.His crew surrounded him—hulking dudes with suspicious bulges in their coats, their eyes darting everywhere. Alvarez didn't flinch. He just sipped his drink slowly, but his focus stayed on me, intense and unblinking. That was the first time his gaze actually lingered on me. He was always so gentle and