Page 307 of Icy Cold Death

Ridge. I don’t want to hurt you.

They both moaned as there was a wave of pleasure. It washed over them.

Hurt me! God! I need you to take me, Lucian. I’m dying if you don’t!

Lucian slipped his erection between his lips and began blowing him, and with each slide down his erection, he could feel Ridge’s emotions.

There was love.

Lust.

Desire.

Need.

As the man got close to the edge, Lucian stopped blowing him and let him scream in need.

It was so animalistic that Lucian fed from that energy, and it took them even deeper. It filled him, and allowed him to focus on the static to find the answer.

The closer he came to cumming, the deeper he could go into the voices.

They were calling him.

Take me! God! Take me! I offer myself up for you! I need you buried in my ass, Lucian. Hurry!

Lucian blinked, and Ridge was no longer facing up. He’d thought about his ass, and he was displayed for the taking.

God.

He had a nice ass.

It’s yours! Here, I’m all yours. Use me! Fuck me!

Lucian liked listening to him beg. With gentle fingers, he traced the crack down the middle of his ass, and when he touched that intimate spot, the man bucked.

He showed him what he wanted.

The visuals were so intense.

It was beyond taking him.

It was brutal.

Yes! Please! I want to feel what it’s like to have your dick in my ass. Please. I’ll do anything. Fuck me!

Lucian needed him.

He looked down at his own erection, and it was thick and weeping. This man called to him here, and he needed to take him.

Remember, you asked for this, Ridge. You asked for me to take you like this.

Without warning, he found his tight asshole and invaded. He slammed home, burying himself in his ass.

Ridge screamed.

His whole being exploded in heat.

And then, the ride began.

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