Page 98 of His Secret

A growl rumbles in his throat. “I love the way you say my name. I never want to hear anyone utter it. Only you.”

I moan, trying to grind into him again.

He reaches around me, his hand going down the back of my boxers where his fingertips tease my hole.

I shift to allow him to do more, but it’s clear he’s just driving me to the brink of insanity.

Matías keeps stroking, watching my face as I whimper and moan. My cock rubs the back of his hand, and he doesn’t move it, so I revel in the small amount of friction.

“You want to see me come?”

“Yes. God, yes,” I beg.

“Are you gonna clean up the mess?”

“Yes,” I growl. “I’ll clean it.”

My hips move in pace with his hand. I need to come too. I’m beyond desperate.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts.

His cum shoots out of him in ribbons, landing on his stomach and dripping over his fingers.

“Yes,” I cry.

He’s reduced to grunts and groans, his muscles tense as he releases. Then he sucks in a quivering breath and opens his eyes to look at me.

“Look what you do to me.”

My eyes inspect the mess, and I reach down and grab his hand, licking the cum from every part of it.

He hums his appreciation, and as I suck on his fingers, I grind against his erection.

“You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” he asks.

“I am,” I moan, licking around his thumb.

“You’re leaking all over me.”

“I know. I need to come. Please.”

“Keep begging.”

“Matías, please. Please let me come. I need it.”

“Mmm,” he moans, reaching for my cock.

He teases it with fingertip touches, smearing the precum around my head.

I sit back and watch, whimpering as I wait for him to grip it tight.

“Please,” I say, my voice a small whisper. “Please, please, please.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says, finally wrapping his fingers around me. “Come for me.”

It only takes four strokes before my orgasm bursts out of me. I let out a deafening roar as he continues his movements, milking me for every drop.

My body turns to Jell-O afterward, and I collapse on top of him, my forehead against his temple, my chest on his. We’re both a sweaty mess, but he still wraps his arm around me and rubs my back.

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