Page 124 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

Travis removed his fingers, and the immediate loss was painful, until he nudged the wide head of his shaft between my cheeks and I felt that sexy piercing brush up against me. He paused.

“If you want to stop at any?—”

Before he could even get the words out, I pushed back on him, taking him into my body where I needed him most. The shocked curse that fell from Travis’s lips made me even bolder. “I don’t want to stop. I want you tostart.”

Strong hands moved to my hips then, and I gripped the duvet under my fingers.

“Okay then, you greedy fucker. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Travis slowly pulled me back, penetrating me inch by inch, and the delicious burn that radiated through me had nothing on the pleasure I was getting from my own hand and the fact that Travis—myTravis—was finally inside me.

His low groan was the best kind of soundtrack to what was happening, and I stored it away for future use when I was on my own. When he bottomed out and stilled inside me, it took a second for my body to adjust to the wide intrusion, and though it felt strange, it definitely didn’t feel bad.

“Caleb?”

My arm shook where it held me up, and I moved down until I rested on my forearm. “I’m good. Just getting a better position.”

As I shifted slightly so I still had access to my dick, Travis put one of his feet flat on the mattress just outside my leg, then curled his hands around the tops of my thighs, grinding deeper into me.

“Ah,fuck.” I moaned at the sensations coursing through me. Pain. Pleasure. They were all mixed together now.

“Gonna dothatthe second you give me the go-ahead.”

I licked at my lips and pressed my forehead to the pillow, letting my body get used to the intrusion. “I’m ready.”

Travis slid a hand over my tailbone then gently smoothed it up and down my back as he started to rock in and out of me.

My fingers on the bed tore at the covers for traction as I began to roll my hips back, begging for more, and Travis gave it. He gripped my hips and pulled me back onto him, tunneling into me.

“I knew it.” He growled. “I knew you’d ruin me for anyone else.”

My heart just about stopped at his confession, as it mirrored my exact thoughts. No one had ever come close to affecting me the way Travis had, and after tonight, I knew no one ever would.

I was about to tell him that when he whispered, “I could stay buried in you for hours. Happily lose myself and never return…”

It was a delicious thought, a decedent promise, one that had me groaning into the pillow as he began to increase his pace. The emotions and sensations he was wringing from me urged my climax to the base of my spine until the head of his dick and that piercing found my G-spot and I knew there was no way I was going to last.

“Trav… Travis…” I stammered, trying to warn him I was about two seconds away from exploding all over the place. But he knew exactly what I was trying to say as he ramped up his pace.

“That’s it. I can feel it. Your body is vibrating for me, ready to go off.” Then he grabbed my hips and gave a full thrust. “Come for me, birthday boy. So I can get to blowing your candle next.”

Thatwas it.

Travis’s words wrapped around me, and I tightened my hand around my cock at the same time my ass did his, then a spray of cum shot out of me and onto the duvet. My toes curled aspleasure hit, so intense it made my vision black out for a second, as Travis shouted my name and a hot current flooded my hole.

It was the most intense, earth-shattering moment I’d ever had. As I fell down on the mess I’d made and Travis fell on top of me, I’d never felt more at peace in my life.

This was who I was and exactly where I was supposed to be, and to hell with anyone who had a problem with that.

THIRTY-EIGHT

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SILVER ZIPPERS ALL around the waist to wear it as a trench or a cropped jacket— Wait, no.I leaned back against the arm of the couch and held the sketchbook out, analyzing what I’d drawn with a critical eye.

“Nope. Gold. Definitely gold,” I muttered to myself before ripping the page out and flinging it aside to start over.

I switched out my colored pencils and began the outline again, using my now-intimate knowledge of Caleb’s body as a starting point. Because why not? He was gorgeous, even if he wasn’t built like a fashion model. It was entertaining as hell to style him in something that was the polar opposite of his usual look, but he’d still rock this jacket.

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