Page 127 of Scars Run Deep

He held my stunned gaze as he snatched up the lube, squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, then spread his thighs and trailed it around his hole.

“Jesus fuck,” I choked.

I couldn’t fucking breathe.

I couldn’t move.

All I could do was watch, my balls drawing tight as I watched his monster cock drizzling pre-cum onto his flexing abs as he fucked a slick finger into his ass, lubing it up.

When he added a second finger, that was it. I couldn’t take anymore.

In one heady fucking daze, I grabbed the other bottle as I climbed onto the bed, crawling between his legs. I slathered my shaft all fucking over as I watched him now pumping two fingers slow and easy into his tight hole, stretching and priming so fucking good.

“All for me?” I rasped.

I just couldn’t believe it, even though I was seeing it.

He put the lube down, then crooked his fingers at me. “Come here, sweet boy.”

I was literally shaking with anticipation and the blistering need coursing through my fucking veins as I straddled him, rising up on him.

I couldn’t resist playing with his huge cock and I ducked my head without warning and swallowed him whole.

“Fuck!” he roared, making me grin around a mouthful of him.

I fucked him down my throat, biting, slathering him with my tongue, making him wet and warm.

He bucked beneath me, cursing out into the room, and it had spikes of harsh pleasure shooting through me, knowing I was making him lose his ever-loving mind for me.

When I pulled back, heavy eyes filled with lust met mine.

And they held me captive.

I couldn’t look away even as I slapped one hand down beside his head, then used the other to guide my pulsing cock to his ass.

A satisfaction like I’d never felt before took me as I watched his silver eyes flame with so much need for me as I pushed inside.

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned as I pushed past the initial resistance and sank into his depths nice and easy, slow and steady.

“Motherfucking shit, Ash.”

I tried to get a hold on the pleasure his fucking grip was wrenching out of me.

He rolled his hips, wanting more.

“You’re sure? Already?”

“Take my ass. Take what you need from me. It’s yours tonight. It’s all fucking yours, sweet boy.”

I stilled.

And there it was again, that softness.

This time, it didn’t go away quickly.

No, it stayed, as he stared up at me, vulnerability on display.

Desperation for understanding.

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