All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

2 ~ You Smell Incredible.I finally pulled away. And I missed his touch immediately. But it was time to shift things. “So, Ryan,” I said, leaning forward a little, letting my voice drop just enough to maintain his attention fully to me. “All this talk about work. You must be exhausted running the whole team like that. Do you ever get time to just… relax?”He looked at me, fork pausing halfway to his mouth. “Yeah, it’s busy, but I manage. Keeps me sharp.”Alex jumped in. “He’s the best boss ever. Never lets anything slip.”I smiled at Alex, but my eyes stayed on Ryan. “I’m sure he is. But everyone needs a break sometimes. What about outside work? You dating anyone special keeping you company?”Ryan’s cheeks colored slightly, and he set his fork down. “Uh, yeah. Sarah. We’ve been together for a couple of years now.”“Sarah,” I repeated, letting the name roll off my tongue like I was tasting it. “Lucky girl. But with your schedule, does she get enough of you? You seem like the type who

4 ~ Cum For MeRyan’s hot cock pressed against my hole, teasing me with slow slides up and down my crack. His pre-cum mixed with his spit, making everything slick and filthy. I stared at our reflection in the mirror, my hands braced on the sink, ass pushed back toward him. He loomed behind me, tall and powerful, eyes dark with lust he had probably never felt for a man before. But I started this. I pulled him in here. “Do it,” I whispered, rocking back to feel his thick head nudge my entrance. “Fuck me raw, Ryan. I want to feel my husband’s boss breed me.”He groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You are insane. So fucking tight already from my fingers.”I smiled at him in the mirror, clenching around nothing to tempt him. “You have no idea how good it will feel to push in slowly. Let me take you.”His breath shook. He spat one more time, thick saliva landing right on my hole, then lined up. The broad head pressed against my hole, stretching my ring slowly but

1 ~ Masturbating To a BBC PornI never thought college would be this hard for me, but it was not the classes or the swimming practices. It was Coach Marcus. From the first day I joined the team as a freshman, I could not keep my eyes off him. He was massive, six foot five at least, his dark skin glistening under the pool lights, muscles bulging everywhere. Those huge arms, thick thighs straining his shorts, and that deep voice barking orders made my stomach flip every time.I was nineteen, slim but with a bright skin, the typical twink on the team with my speedo hugging my body tight. I had always known I liked guys, but I kept it a secret. My dirty little habit was scrolling BBC porn late at night, watching big black cocks destroy tight white holes, breeding them full of cum. I jerked off to it constantly, imagining myself in those videos, stretched wide and filled up. But nothing prepared me for the real thing standing in front of me every practice.

3 ~ Destroy Me With That BBC Now, Coach.The days after that shower blowjob, I could not focus on anything except Coach Marcus and his massive BBC. Classes? Skipped them all week just to sneak back to the pool facility, hiding in the bleachers to watch him train the team. His deep voice echoing commands, body moving powerfully, that bulge bouncing in his shorts. I wonder how other team members didn’t notice that. Or maybe they were just… you know… straight, straight.Every glimpse made my cock hard instantly, leaking in my pants. I rubbed myself through the fabric, biting my lip to stay quiet, imagining his cum down my throat again. The BBC porn I watched at night was nothing compared to the real taste lingering in my memory.I was so fucked.One afternoon, I watched him coach from the shadows till everyone left. The locker room was empty, I slipped in, my heart racing. His used towel still hung on a hook, smelling like his sweat and musk. I grabbed it, buried my face in it, inha

5 ~ Owned and Addicted Sunlight snuck through the cracks in the blinds, warming the tangled sheets around us. I blinked awake, my body still humming from the night before, every muscle loose and sore in the best way. Marcus’ arm lay across my waist, his dark skin pressed flush against my lighter tone, holding me like he never planned to let go. Dried cum from his two loads crusted between my thighs, a sticky reminder that made my stomach tighten with fresh want. I shifted slightly, feeling the ache deep inside, and his cock stirred against my leg, growing firmly and insistent as if it sensed my thoughts. He rumbled a low sound in his sleep, his breath warm on the back of my neck. “Mmm, already stirring for more?” His voice came out rough, laced with that morning gravel, as his hand slid down to cup one cheek of my ass, giving it a lazy squeeze. A finger traced the rim, dipping just enough to feel the leftover slickness, and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. “Coach… yeah,” I wh