Page 99 of Never Too Late

“Because they say what I can’t say out loud.”

And they do. I picked each flower specifically. Roses, tulips, and orchids being the main body with smaller flowers incorporated too such as magnolias, beauty; lavender, love and devotion and a single poppy, passion.

He takes the two flowers together down my length, slowly, to the point it’s almost painful.

When he notices the pre cum starting to collect at the tip, he takes his pinkie finger, swiping across, collecting it, and brings it to his mouth, torturously sliding it between his lips, tasting me.

“Delicious,” he hums.

All my senses are heightened, I feel close to combustion.

“Please,” I beg.

His eyes dart back to my own, “Please what?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I whisper.

But it’s more like a prayer.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Dax. I’m going to make love to you.”

He turns his back to me to face the sofa, taking two pillows, placing one underneath my head and one underneath my hips.

“You wait right here.” he says as he quickly lifts himself up, walking out of the room.

He returns seconds later with a bottle in his hand, approaching me with hooded eyes.

Before he can say anything, I hear a bottle cap opening and the sound of liquid being poured. I close my eyes in anticipation, preparing myself for whatever is about to happen next.

His fingers start to snake down the side of my thigh, moving so slowly – I wish they would speed up. They close around my cock, giving a final tug as I feel his fingers run down past my balls, now circling my hole.

Gently sliding one finger in, I groan at the invasion.

He lifts himself slightly, soaking in the sounds coming from me.

Drowning in them.

“You’re so tight, pretty boy, exactly how I remember. But I don’t want to hurt you, we’ve got to take it slow. Are you ready for me to slide in another?”

I nod, taking in a deep breath, preparing myself as he pushes two fingers into the tight ring of muscle. The sensation alone could make me come.

“Fuccckk, Dax. You’re doing so good. So, fucking tight. You feel like heaven.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’m going to start moving though, okay?”

“Please.”

The room fills with pants and deep breaths, my mind is lost in a cloud of fog. The only thing I can concentrate on is his fingers thrusting inside of me in a slow rhythm, making my toes curl and my heart pound each time.

“I need to slide in one more, okay? I don’t want to hurt you, but I can see how much your body needs me. Just one more.”

“Okay,” I pant, taking in another deep breath, feeling the burn of three fingers inside of me.

“Such a good boy,” he whispers against my ear as he bites the lobe. “Look how you’re taking my fingers so well. I wish you could see.”

This man and his mouth are going to be the death of me.

He starts spearing me with his fingers soon after they’ve gotten past my tight ring of skin. Thrusting in and out in quick movements. Curling to find my sweet spot.

“I’m going to come if you don’t fuck me soon, Jae. Please.”

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