Page 43 of His Secret

With more lube in his hand, he strokes himself before taking a deep breath and meeting my gaze.

“Ready?” he questions.

“Yes. Are you?”

He gives me a nervous smile. “Yes.”

He begins to push in, his eyes focused on where he’sdisappearing inside me before they flicker to my face to see if I’m okay.

I nod and he goes in a little deeper, his head fully inside now.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, my god.”

He braces himself on either side of me, his hips pushing forward until he’s all the way in. We both cry out at the same time.

“Holy shit,” he says. “So fucking tight.”

I moan. “You’re so big.”

“Is it okay?” he asks, concern coating his voice.

I manage to let out a chuckle. “Yes. Big is good.”

He smiles and begins rocking his hips again. He’s full of praise for me, and I’m hardly doing anything.

“God, you’re so good,” he says. “You feel so good.”

His forehead rests against mine as he rotates his hips while he’s deep inside.

“Holy shit,” I say on a gasp. “Adrian. Fuck.” I dig my nails into his back.

Easing away, he kisses my cheekbone before resting on his knees. He holds my legs apart, pushing them up slightly as he fucks me.

“Oh my god,” he moans, eyes focused on where our bodies meet. “This…” He thrusts deep, closing his eyes, a rumble in his throat. “This is so good.”

I watch his body move, every muscle rippling. He’s built like a god, and right now he’s mine. I praise him, telling him how much I love his body, his cock, and how good he makes me feel. He moans, my words making him move faster and go deeper.

I reach for my dick, stroking myself as I watch him. He holds the undersides of my thighs, slowly pulling out just to watch himself slide back in.

His cheeks are red, and his lip is taking abuse from his teeth as he keeps biting down on it.

“So fucking good,” I tell him. “You’re so fucking good.”

He looks at me and holds eye contact, something whirring in his brain. There’s something in his eyes that tells me he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans over me again, pressing a kiss to my lips before his tongue twirls with mine.

Leaning on one arm, his other reaches down and grabs the side of my ass, squeezing the flesh.

His thrusts change, now short and staccato.

My hands find their home on his lower back, sliding over the curves of his ass. “Yes, yes,” I chant. “Give it to me.”

“Oh, god,” he grunts. “Oh, god. Matías. Fuck.”

“Come for me,” I whisper.

“Oh, yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m co?—”

His words are cut off by an animalistic roar. His back bows, and he thrusts deep before going back to the shorter thrusts, moaning in my ear. Another deep thrust and that’s where he holds, and I feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside me.

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