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I pump harder, pounding into him until he makes a hiccupping sound, and I know he came in the grass. I thrust forward, locking my hips to his and resting my weight on my hands, pressing his face and chest into the ground as my balls draw up and my cock throbs hard, spurting cum inside him.
“Fucking slut,” I grit out, squeezing more into the condom as another spasm rips through me.
He slowly pounds his fist into the grass, clenching his ass around my cock at the same rhythm.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I tell him, easing up on the pressure on his back. “You’re going to be feeling it for a few days though. Make sure to think of me when you’re limping around this weekend and Royal asks you what’s wrong.”
“Fuck you,” he snarls.
“You just did,” I say, pulling out slowly, working the piercings from him. “You need more already?”
“I wish you’d died when he beat your head in last year.”
“But then you’d never have gotten to experience what I can do for you,” I tease, tugging off the condom. I put myself away and pat his bare ass cheek. “Didn’t it feel good? Go on, Duke. Tell me how much you loved getting fucked by that gay-ass loser, Colt Darling.”
“I did,” he chokes out miserably, grabbing his head in both hands and shoving his face into the grass. “Happy now? I fucking loved it.”
“I know,” I say, tugging his pants up. “I know how long you’ve been looking forward to bending over and taking my cock like a good boy. It must be hard pretending to be such a bad boy all the time.”
“God, I hate you,” he moans into the grass.
“No, you don’t,” I say. “If you hated me, you wouldn’t have been hard as a fucking rock when you begged for every inchof my cock, begged to feel me cum while I was buried balls deep inside you. Now try again, and tell the truth this time.”
“Fuck off,” he snarls, sitting up and pulling his pants up the rest of the way, stuffing his unwieldy cock back in before he zips them. If were had a different kind of relationship, I’d tell him how damn impressive all the Dolce boys are in that department. Next to them, porn stars would feel inadequate.
“I’m waiting,” I remind him.
“Why do I have to fucking say it?” he asks. “Are you a fucking girl? Who wants to talk about shit all the time?”
I stand and zip my pants, smirking down at him. “Does your ass feel like you just got fucked by a girl?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“No, you’re going to tell me,” I say, raking my fingers through his hair and pulling his head back so he’s looking up at me, his eyes drowning in misery. I almost feel sorry for the psycho. “Because fucked up as it is, I’m the one person you can be honest with, and that includes yourself. Now be a good boy and tell me how I just fucked you like no one else can, and I’ll hold you while you fall asleep.”
“You can fuck me the way no one else does,” he says, his voice trembling with rage. “And I fucking hate you for it.”
“That’s a good boy,” I say, releasing his hair and snagging his shirt off the ground. “The feeling is mutual. Now climb up into the tree house.”
“I’m going home,” he says, turning away. “I can’t fucking do this anymore, Colt.”
“No, you’re going to climb up there and lay down and let me spoon you, because you need that as much as you need to kneel and crawl and beg,” I say. “And apparently get fucked by your enemy. Now go.”
He hesitates, then punches my beer off the ladder and stomps up it, shaking it so hard the boards creak and groan. Igrab two beers from the cooler and follow him. We sit in the dark and drink them in silence. Then he slides down on the sleeping bags on the floor, and I slide down behind him and curl my body around his. I run my hand down the front of his strong, firm body. “Want to know why I made you take your shirt off?” I ask.
“Shut the fuck up, pussy.”
I push up on my elbow and take his chin in my other hand, pulling his face around toward me. In the flashes of lightning illuminating us through the window, his eyes are dark pits framed by inky lashes, and I can almost believe he’s as soulless as his brother.
“Because you’re fucking beautiful, that’s why,” I say. “I wanted to see you while I fucked you.”
“Why do you have to be so fucking gay?”
I lean down and kiss him in answer.
He tenses, pulling away and blinking up at me. “What the fuck, Colt? Do you like me or something?”
Sliding a hand down the smooth skin of his abdomen, I push it into the top of his jeans and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft.
