Page 28 of Masked Love

“But… I thought we were making love.”

I grinned and kissed the tip of his cute nose. “We are. But you know I like to swallow you after I’ve come and after your prostate had been pegged like hell, making you leak all over. It’s my favorite.”

“Well, since you put it that way.”

I grabbed his legs and shoved them back to expose his delicious hole. “Hold your legs back.”

He grabbed his thighs to keep himself open as I dribbled lube over him. I thrust a couple of fingers into him to get that oil deep inside him, and then I stroked myself to spread the remaining lube over me.

Once I was ready, I lined myself up. Once my tip was breached, Greyson took a deep breath, and I plunged inside him in one thrust. My eyes rolled up into my head as he dropped his legs and arched his back. We’d had enough sex that I didn’t need to prep him.

“Hell yeah…” he ground out.

Greyson wrapped his legs around me and pulled me deeper inside. His eyes popped open, chocolate brown blown to black as he pulled me down for a kiss. Our tongues explored and thrust in our mouths in tandem with my pumping into his gorgeous ass.

“Xander…” he breathed on my lips.

“Yes, baby?”

“More… please.”

My fingers threaded through his silky hair, gripped it, and pumped harder and faster.

“Like that… yes!”

My hips rolled and twisted, pegging his prostate over and over. His luscious lips swelled, and I suckled them.

I loved how Greyson always gave in to me. How he submitted so beautifully, no matter what we did. Lovemaking, spankings, fucking… he let me do whatever I wanted.

The pressure was growing too fast. I didn’t want to hold back for too long because edging could be hard to sustain. This wasn’t about punishment—not this time. It was all about pleasure and love.

I sat up on my hands, pumping faster, sweat starting to sheen over us. His cock was angry red and leaking on his abs, but he’d get relief soon enough because I was close.

“God, this is… too much, Xan… please hurry,” he whined. It was like I read his mind.

Warmth spread across my sweaty body, tingles traveled up my spine, and that ever-familiar pressure sent the blood straight to my cock.

My body froze as the first spurt exploded into him, then I pumped faster and harder, milking every drop out of me. Greyson squeezed that ring of muscle tighter around me, making my toes curl.

Before I could pass out from the numbness, I pulled out of him, bent over, and slipped his hot and leaking cock into my mouth, tasting his familiar bittersweet flavor.

Greyson gasped and fisted my hair, thrusting hard into my mouth. I breathed through the gag as he hit the back of my throat, my nose resting in the nest of his thick, dark curls.

I didn’t waste time working him up slowly, curling my tongue around the head, hitting all those sensitive points while tugging on his nuts.

“Holy… you’re so good at head.”

Greyson suddenly rushed into my mouth as he yanked on my hair for dear life, arching his back and whimpering.

I drank him down as fast as he gave it to me, loving his taste and how quickly I could make him come, even instinctually, he submitted to me.

“I bow to your head-giving prowess,” Greyson rasped, making me laugh.

After shoving his legs back, I watched my cum spill out of him because I was narcissistic like that, seeing me mark him in a way. It was hot as hell.

“Next time, I’m going to plug you up, so you have to hold my cum inside you all day.”

“Jesus. Just don’t make me do it at work.”

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