Screw the Banker, Too: M/M Rough Play

By Addy Nell

Randall King intends to forget his last, harried affair with Stanley. But he finds he can't get Stanley's perfect body, clever hands, and desperate sounds out of his mind. He has to go back for a round two and show Stanley who's boss by making Stanley his again.

This 6,000+ word scorcher is only for adults 18+ and certainly not for the faint of heart! Please only indulge if you are looking for two men engaging in rough play with toys, oral sex, and fingering. Warning: Contains plenty of snark and comedic situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Addy Nell
• Release date: Aug 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310214035

Addy Nell

Addy Nell is a part-time erotica author currently living in the American Midwest. Addy spends her days reading, writing, and learning.

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Screw the Banker, Too: m/m rough play

By Addy Nell

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Addy Nell

Randall King was slowly learning to be a hateful man.

He didn’t want to be. He wanted to go back to being normal-Randall who couldn’t even bear to flip bad drivers off, who always nodded along politely when his boss was being an idiot, and who didn’t swear when the printer jammed. Unfortunately, things had changed in Randall’s life. Now, he knew Stanley Hanning.

Stanley Hanning, who owned one of the biggest banks in town and flaunted it, and who was a complete pompous asshole that also happened to like getting hate-fucked into next week. Stanley Hanning, who apparently had a thing for boring-by-day office workers like Randall.

He’d truly intended to never go back to the bank, despite the fact that it housed all his money. He’d intended to move on and forget about the feeling of Stanley’s cock in his mouth, the frantic sounds Stanley had made as he’d bitten so he tasted blood, or his desperate writhing as Randall fucked him over the desk so hard his balls had slapped against Stanley’s ass.

He intended to forget these things. But he was trying to forget while also masturbating furiously, his own cock heavy in his hand as he bit at his other fist to the memory of Stanley practically begging for more as Randall told him how much he hated him.

It was a losing battle.

He found himself keeping his appointment to meet with Stanley at six o’clock the Friday after their first harried affair. The parking lot was empty save for a beautiful jet-black convertible that had Randall scoffing. It was obviously Stanley’s car. It was ostentatious and grandiose, completely impractical and only purchased as a sign of affluence. Randall