Page 97 of His Secret

I let out a whine that morphs into another cry of pleasure as he expertly works his fingers inside me.

As he finger fucks me, he uses his other hand to rub up and down the underside of my erection.

“So hard for me,” he croons. “Do you want to come?”

I nod, frantic. “Yes. Yes.”

“Shouldn’t I come first?” he questions. “Since you came earlier today?”

Once again, I nod. “Yes. You should come.”

Matías reaches into his underwear and pulls his erection out, stroking himself. After a few minutes, he removes his fingers from my ass and reaches for another packet of lube.

“Get on my lap,” he commands.

I straddle his thighs and watch as he puts some lube on his hand before running it up and down his shaft, then getting some more in his palm.

He pulls my cock from the slit in my shorts, and it twitches, seeking more attention. A drop of precum glistens on the top, but Matías only strokes himself.

He closes his eyes and moans, and it drives me crazy.

“Matías.” It’s a plea.

His eyes open and he puts his free hand on my lower back and pushes me forward.

“Get closer.”

My erection touches the back of his hand as he strokes, and I find myself grinding against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

He lets go of himself and puts his arms out to the sides.

“Rub against me.”

I grip the other side of the bench behind him, immediately bringing my dick to his, rubbing against the slick shaft.

My moaning is frantic and wanton. It’s not nearly enough, but it still feels good. My hips rock and rotate, and sweat begins to bead at my hairline.

“Okay. Sit back,” he says.

I groan, but I listen.

Matías reaches for both of our erections, stroking them together.

“Oh yes, yes,” I say, immediately satisfied.

“You like that?” he asks.

“I love it. God, please don’t stop.”

His hand curves around the top, touching the sensitive head.

“I don’t think you’re desperate enough.”

“I am,” I say, thrusting into his hand.

He lets go, then focuses only on himself.

“Matías.”

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