From the blurb:
River has spent his entire life barely scraping by. Things only went downhill since losing his dad as a kid, and now River’s existence consists of working long, hard hours and still coming up short on rent. He’s had to trade sexual favors for a place to sleep, and keeps finding himself always one mistake away from losing it all. He’s certainly not fit for fancy clothes, fine restaurants, or the attentions of business magnates like Benjamin Vasilyev and Émile Beaumont.
Life has made it clear that River’s just a dirty thing to be used and thrown away.
Ben and Émile, however, feel differently.
Excerpt:
“Ready?” Émile asked.
River made a wanting sound. He’d never been more ready.
The cockhead started to push in.
It didn't burn with the stretch like Ben’s had. No, River was too wet and open for that. It burned instead from the use, from how well Ben had fucked him. From how much he’d already taken. River moaned at the new kind of ache, at a pleasant kind of worn-out.
“Look at you, you look like you’re feeling good,” Ben rasped. “Taking Émile so well. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you, sweetheart? Getting hard again so soon.”
A hand grazed River’s erection that was filling between his legs. He could only open mouth pant against Ben’s skin.
“I know, it’s so much. I fucked you so rough and now it’s Émile’s turn. Our greedy baby’s going to get everything he wants for his birthday, hm?”
Émile’s hands were on his hips, holding River firm as he fed his cock in, as he fucked through the other man’s come. The feeling of that and Ben’s words in his ears was surreal. When Émile bottomed out and started to pull back out, River could hear the slickness. It made him dizzy.
Émile said something, but the words were a mess, more sound than anything. He thrust back in, slow but deep. River felt it with his whole body and he mewled, shifting restlessly between them.
“P-please,” River gasped.
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