In It For Life 31. – Missing Scene, Karl’s POV - Teaser

AN – This happens after chapter 31, when Karl brings Morgan into the house so that they could both tagteam Francesco. Just before that, Karl and Francesco had been to dinner at Don, when Don forced Francesco to fuck Karl. All this introduction is to give you the context, without having to re-read chapters back, unless you want to. The more important thing, this missing scene is all about how Karl got dicked by Morgan the first time.

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Francesco was out like a light. He usually was, after a good hard fuck. Lucky bastard, Karl thought, as he leaned against the rail and stared at nothing. With all the shit happening around them, it was good Francesco could sleep like that. Not for him, it wasn’t so easy. Even now, after filling his husband with cum, more than the usual dose, he could still feel his adrenaline pumping.

“You didn’t tell me what happened when you two went to your dad’s for dinner.”

Karl wasn’t that surprised the bodyguard didn’t sleep at that hour, either. “Nothing to say.” He continued to stare ahead, hoping Morgan would take a hint.

He flinched when Morgan wrapped one hand around the back of his neck. “Easy, son.”

“Cut it with the son crap. I’m not into weird daddy shit, like Cesco.”

Morgan ignored him. He began to massage his neck slowly instead. It felt good, Karl had to admit, enough to make him crane his neck and feel the tension growing, then leaving his body. The bodyguard didn’t let him be after that. He cupped Karl’s cheek with the other hand and kissed him.

It took him a couple of moments to remember to pull back. Morgan was getting too close for comfort, more often than not these days. “You sucked off Cesco.”

“It didn’t bother you in the heat of the moment. You should try your husband’s cum more often, Karl.”

“Fuck off,” he growled and pushed Morgan away.

He hurried down the front lawn, making a rush for the gate, but Morgan caught him from behind. “You know you can tell me everything.”

Karl leaned against the gate, his forehead hot against the cold metal. Morgan held him, rubbing his chest slowly through his t-shirt. That felt good, too. “It’s nothing to tell,” he continued in a ragged whisper.

“It’s more than your dad fucking the love of your life.”

Karl laughed, but even to his ears, it sounded humorless. “Love of my life? Really? I just like fucking him.”

“And you could fuck dozens of other men. That’s one lost battle, son.”

“I told you not to call me--”

“I know. But someone has to say it to you like he means it.”

Morgan turned him and kissed him. Karl opened his mouth, willing for it. With all the hunger he felt, no matter how often he fucked Cesco, this felt different and good not in that way that was scorching and hot and not enough.

“He just couldn’t stop at fucking Cesco,” he said once Morgan moved his lips to kiss his cheek. Morgan stopped. Karl could tell what the bodyguard was thinking. He wasn’t stupid. “No, not that. He didn’t do that.” He paused. “He had Cesco do it. While he watched, of course. You know, witness how my faggot ass turns.”

Morgan pressed his forehead against his and started laughing.

“What the fuck?” Karl struggled to get away, but Morgan was stronger than him. Man versus boy, still. It pissed him off. “The fuck you’re laughing?”

Morgan’s laughter subdued. “You should have told your dad Francesco is already fucking you. You know, a little white lie. That would have ruined his evening.”

“I can’t believe it,” Karl said through his teeth. “Do you have any idea what this kind of stuff means?”

“It means nothing, Karl. It means you’re man enough to let your husband fuck you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed Morgan, pressing his hands hard against the rock solid chest. Was his bodyguard itching for a fight now? He tried to land a punch, but Morgan caught his fist. However, Karl was fast enough, and the hit to the guy’s side landed.

Morgan grunted and let go of him for a moment. Deceived by his early success, Karl tried to get another punch in. The only thing he had to remember was how Morgan had fucked Francesco, ramming and hammering that sweet ass of his, over and over, with him watching. Nothing but red was in front of his eyes.

But the element of surprise, on which he counted, was short-lived. Morgan took him to the ground with him and caught him between his thighs. Karl growled as his hands were pinned above his head and the rest of his body immobilized under Morgan’s weight.

“Do you know what’s going to happen next, Karl?” Morgan asked, his voice just a bit breathless from the fight. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll see why it’s good.”

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