Page 124 of All Roads Lead to You

“Damn, you’re so open for me, baby. I’m going to slide right in.”

He didn’t ease into me slowly this time, instead entering on one thrust.

“Fuuuck…” I wasn’t sure if that was him or me, as the white heat from the burn and stretch blinded me. But I quickly adapted when Nick wasted no time sliding in and out of me.

He paused for a moment before he wrapped his arm around my chest and lifted me against him. “Up here, babe. This is my favorite way to have you.”

I reached behind me for the back of his head because yanking on his thick hair was one of my favorites.

One of his hands slid up to my throat and squeezed gently, and his other began stroking me as he pumped into me as hard as he could. “As much as I’d love to see you come without me touching you, I need to feel you come in my hand and around my cock.”

My eyes rolled into my head, and my toes curled when he hit that oh-so-sweet spot.

“Oh god…” I cried out.

Nick panted heavily against my throat as he peppered me with kisses along with some nibbles and stroked me faster.

“Fuck, your dick is so heavy in my hand.”

I wasn’t sure any words came out of my mouth, but there was a lot of noise as he pinched the head.

“I love making you mine, claiming your ass, claiming you.”

My body shuddered, and I broke out in goosebumps with his breath on my neck.

“Nick…”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

I’ve got you.

I would never forget those words, feeling the truth in them down to my soul.

“Come for me, Logan. I need to feel you hug the hell out of my cock.”

He pulled out and punched back in, and I cried out again, probably loud enough for the other students in the dorm to hear.

My body shuddered again as the pressure grew around my groin and up my spine. My cock pulsed, and my balls drew up tight and heavy.

“That’s it. I can feel it,” Nick whispered in my ear. “You’re so close. Do you like me pounding into you?”

“So much…” I rasped.

“I love you.” He said the words so close to my ear, and that was all I needed to let go of my load onto his hand and all over my bed.

“That’s it… give me all your cum.”

After he milked me dry, he shoved me face-first into the pillow and went to town on my ass, pulling out so far and slamming back into me and then picking up speed, hitting my overly sensitive prostate over and over. I leaked some more, and right before I couldn’t take it anymore, he came, biting my shoulder as he did. The heat, the pulsing, and the biting nearly had me getting hard again.

Eventually, he fell on top of me, and his body went limp. “Fuck, I needed that. We needed that.”

“We did.”

Once our hearts and breathing calmed, Nick pulled out and pried himself off my sticky back. I lay there, dead to the world, when he returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned my aching hole of lube.

He climbed back into bed, kissing along my back and rolling to the side so we could hold each other.

I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, shoving his bangs back and kissing his forehead, which tasted of salt. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss me long, hard, and slow. It was a kiss of love and ownership.

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