Page 150 of His Secret

With a soft click, I unhook the leash and drop it on the floor. I bring the lube to the bed and lay down.

“I want you to ride me. I want to stroke that beautiful dick until you cover me with your release.”

Adrian moans, reaching for the bottle of lube. After squeezing some onto his fingers, he reaches around to massage it into his hole. I pour the liquid into my hand before coating my cock.

He crawls over me, his muscular thighs trapping me between them. With a hand on my stomach, he uses his other to take hold of my shaft and slowly guide me inside him.

His heat envelopes me, inch by inch. The slow pace is the most delicious form of torture.

“Fuck, Matías,” he cries, head back as he releases a sinful moan. “You’re so big.”

“And you take it so well,” I say, rubbing his thighs.

With my still-slick hand, I reach out and begin stroking his cock.

“Oh, god,” he breathes, fully seated now.

“Rotate your hips.”

He listens, and his body moves like he’s performing the sexiest lap dance.

“Fuck yeah,” I groan. “You’re so tight, baby.”

His breath leaves him with a small sound. He lifts up slightly, then drops back down. He continues this until the strokes are longer, his ass nearly coming completely off of me before he slides back down my shaft.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“It feels so good,” he says, his eyes focused on me as his movements begin to quicken. “I never want to stop.”

Adrian drops lower, using his arms to brace himself as his hips rock back and forth. I grab his waist, closing my eyes as I enjoy the sensation. His weight comes down on me as he nips at my throat.

“I love riding you,” he says in a gravelly tone, his mouth moving to my ear. “I love having you inside me.”

“Mm,” I moan, taking his earlobe between my teeth. “What else do you love?”

“Everything. Oh, god.”

He pulls back, hips moving faster, while still keeping me deep inside him.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft again, stroking him as he closes his eyes. He’s chasing the orgasm, and I can’t wait until he reaches it.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Give it to me.”

He’s gasping between whimpers and grunts, and then his eyes fly open and meet my gaze.

“I’m about to?—”

I keep stroking. “I want it. Give me what I want, Adrian.”

“Oh. Oh, fuck!” he cries.

He stills just as the first spurt of cum shoots out. He moves again, releasing more white streams onto my stomach.

“Oh, yeah,” I groan. “That’s it. Make a fucking mess.”

“Matías,” he gasps. “Fuck. God. Yes.”

“Mmm.” I milk everything out of him. I tug and squeeze until not even a drop comes out of him.

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