Dickhead (Wrong Side of the Tracks #3) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, M-M Romance, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
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“Fuck that feels good,” Dex whimpered, wiggling his ass against Hammer, on the verge of tears.

Hammer pressed his cheek to Dex’s temple, his cock now embedded in Dex’s trembling, needy flesh. “Your ass is a real work of art, Prospect. Never had one quite like it,” he said and squeezed the side of Dex’s buttock as he stirred his hips, stretching Dex’s insides until staying still was no longer possible.

Dex mewled.

“What was that?” Hammer asked and grabbed his hips, pulling out almost all the way before slamming in.

Dex clenched his ass, once more making the embarrassing sound against the tiles. “Fuck me harder,” he said, unsure if it was a good idea to tease the tiger, but he’d do it anyway, just to see what happened.

His cheek met the cold tiles as Hammer pushed his head against the wall and entered him again with a low grunt. “Fuck… milking me real nice, Prospect,” he rasped, thrusting in so hard Dex rose to his toes, shivering when heavy balls slapped his buttocks.

Air was becoming a sparse commodity, and as Hammer pulled Dex’s hips back for a more comfortable angle, Dex focused on breathing while that thick cock massaged him from the inside.

Hammer pulled Dex’s injured arm back so abruptly Dex yelped and panic gripped his whole body. “Not the arm!”

Hammer let go and kissed the back of his head. “Sorry, I forgot,” he murmured, easing the seconds of stress. They stayed still for a moment, but as soon as Dex relaxed, Hammer grabbed the other arm and pulled that one back instead.

To encourage him, Dex rocked his hips back, riding the stiff dick as if he couldn’t wait for more movement. Because, he couldn’t. He wanted to feel Hammer come, to get off himself, to be used, and to pleasure the man he was with. He wanted to both give and take, and those needs entangled in him into a hot ball of arousal.

Hammer pressed his chest harder to the wall, and slid his free hand to Dex’s face while his cock once again bottomed out, leaving Dex in a frenzy and moaning into the salty palm. There might be an illusion of violence here, but Hammer seemed eager to tune into him and has adjusted his technique in the limited amount of times they’d fucked. He was more careful with his thrusts and sought an angle that made Dex feel good. And while he hadn’t spelled it out, it was obvious he was trying to work out a way to turn Dex into an oversexed mess.

“You feel that, Prospect? I’m going to fill you up so soon,” Hammer whispered, continuing a hard yet careful rhythm that had them both heating up. So maybe there was no time for a longer fuck session, but Dex loved quick and easy just as much. Like that time Hammer had woken him up in the middle of the night just because he got hard and wanted to use Dex for scratching that itch. Despite being so sleepy, Dex had latched onto his man’s dick like a suckling lamb and then dozed off with his head in Hammer’s lap, with the salty flavor of cum lingering on his tongue.

The hand clasping Dex’s face reduced most of their noise, and Dex was glad he didn’t need to bite his lips in order to avoid security barging in. But Hammer let go of Dex’s arm, and before Dex could have used it to pleasure himself, thick, rough fingers curled around his dick.

Dex’s eyes rolled back as the two of them became one body moving in a furious, animalistic rhythm. Hammer jerked Dex off at the same wild pace in which he fucked him, and the slick glide of hot fingers over his erection made Dex writhe. Overstimulated, Dex moaned into Hammer’s palm. Tears filled his eyes then spilled from the pure intensity of this moment.

He crash-landed into his orgasm, crying and out of breath. His insides throbbed, his cum splashed Hammer’s hand, and yet that monster on his back still sawed into his tender ass with the viciousness of a beast chasing completion no matter the cost.

“Fuck yes… you’ll do this for me every day, Prospect,” Hammer rasped and lost all rhythm, pounding Dex at a punishing pace. So maybe it wasn’t the most comfortable few seconds of Dex’s life, but he loved to be useful to Hammer, and when his man shook, shooting his warm load inside, it was like winning an Oscar, the Nobel prize, and the Grammys all on the same night.

“Twice.” He sniggered with his face flat against the wall and eyelids too heavy to lift.

Even the Grindr notification buzzing from somewhere in his pocket couldn’t wake him up from this post-orgasmic haze. But when Hammer grabbed his jaw and an angry huff of breath blew in his face, he sobered up real quick.


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