Free Love in Xxchange: Rory's Last Chance by Bailey Bradford

Chance’s sharply indrawn breath startled Rory and he tried to crane his neck around to see the man’s expression. When he did, it stole his breath. The wonder on Chance’s face did all sorts of warm tingly things to Rory’s belly.
    “I told you, baby. Just perfect, so fucking beautiful. Your ass is going to be gorgeous swallowing me up.” Chance lined up his dick with Rory’s hole and grasped his hip. “You sure you’re ready, baby?”
    Rory met Chance’s gaze and nodded as best he could, fear and want stealing his voice.
    Chance rocked gently forward, nudging at Rory’s resistant entry. He clamped his other hand on Rory’s hip, locking him firmly in place.
    “I’ll try to go slow,” Chance muttered, brown eyes conflicted as he studied Rory.
    But Rory didn’t want slow. There was a panic building in him, a fear that Chance might still walk away. Irrational considering their current positions, but Rory couldn’t shake it.
    “No. I want this.” Rory lifted his head from where it rested on his hands and took a deep breath. “I don’t want slow and sweet, Chance. I won’t break.”
    Chance’s hand clenched on Rory’s hip. “I don’t want to hurt you. We should—”
    “Fuck ‘we should’! I need you now!” He pushed up onto his palms and rocked backwards as forcefully as he dared just as Chance rammed his hips forward hard, shoving through the stubborn muscles.
    Rory could only gasp, the burning and stretching painful despite the fingers that had worked his channel only moments before. He bore down as Chance thrust again, then he was completely impaled, butt and the back of his thighs pressed against Chance’s crinkly pubic hair and muscular legs. Rory struggled to breathe, feeling that the air had been pushed from his lungs by Chance’s thick length.
    Before Rory could adjust to being filled so completely, he began trying to rock himself on Chance’s dick. Chance pulled back, sliding almost all the way out of Rory’s passage.
    RORY’S LAST CHANCE
    Bailey Bradford
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    Rory couldn’t keep still, pushing back to meet Chance’s thrusts. He welcomed the penetration, wanting this, pain and pleasure, all with the man he’d come to admire.
    A strong forearm locked around Rory’s belly, pulling him upright on his knees. Chance wrapped his other arm around Rory’s chest and began pumping his cock into Rory in short, sharp bursts that rubbed right over his gland.
    Every thought fled in the midst of such pleasure. Rory let his head fall back and rest on Chance’s shoulder, the harsh grunts coming from the older man feeding Rory’s need. He pressed his ass back as much as he could, wanting to feel every bit of Chance’s cock inside him.
    He reached behind him and grabbed Chance’s ass, squeezing and moaning as the man fucked him harder and faster. Rory’s cock was leaking pearly white gobs everywhere—he couldn’t even think about it because everything in him was centred on the feel of Chance filling him, owning him and marking him with each thrust.
    The harsh grunts from Chance grew louder, frantic. Rory didn’t register that the man was saying ‘soon’ over and over until Chance grabbed Rory’s cock and tugged hard, using his other hand to pull at the left nipple ring. Rory screamed, his balls drawing tight, then Chance bit into his straining neck and the scream turned into a strangled sound as Rory’s vision dimmed and he came, thick bursts of spunk spewing free.
    His muscles spasmed and his ass clamped down hard enough that Chance’s dick was trapped in the tight confines of Rory’s channel. He felt Chance’s entire body shudder violently, felt hard fingers dig into his chest painfully—but more than anything, he felt the throbbing of Chance’s cock deep in his ass, felt each pulse as hot cum poured out in thick streams inside him. Nothing else existed in the moment other than that.
    Rory’s muscles unclenched and Chance made a garbled sound that could have meant anything,