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“If you recall, I did win bar bingo. I need to collect my prize,” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath.

Riley pursed his lips, nodding. “Oh… okay.”

“Now, show me that fine ass I have had the pleasure of looking at all night,” I commanded.

Riley blushed, but he did as I asked, bracing himself against the arm of my couch, propping out his ass for me like a nude model.

“I did say I wanted to draw you naked,” I teased, tracing my fingers up his thighs, over the curve of his ass, in the dip of his back and up his spine.

Then I licked him where I’d touched him, watching as his thighs tightened and he thrust himself against my couch arm with need.

“I just didn’t tell you my medium of choice would be my tongue,” I whispered in his ear.

His skin was decorated with goosebumps as he shivered.

“Too much?” I asked, placing a kiss on his neck, beneath his silky hair. I could feel his pulse against my tongue, my cock aching for release.

“No, not enough,” he breathed, his voice strained.

I slipped my hand beneath him, between the couch and his stomach, pulling him back against my raging cock as I grabbed his.

“We can stop if you want to, if you’re not comfortable,” I whispered.

Riley looked at me over his shoulder, arching his back as he brushed his ass against my stiffness, causing me to suck in a breath.

“I don’t want to stop,” he breathed, his eyes full of heat, and something else.

Love.

I smirked as he spread his legs apart, his gaze imploring mine.

“I need to hear you say it,” I said, breaking character for a moment, if only because I was already so close to the edge, I didn’t know if I would make it myself.

Riley parted his perfect lips, still swollen from kissing me.

“I want you, Eric.” he breathed, my name full of so much love and wonder. “I want you to feel me... and in every thrust, every beat of my heart, I want you to know that it beats for you.”

I kissed his shoulder softly, trailing kisses down his spine until I reached his ass. I spit on his hole as I gathered more wetness from his leaking cock in my other hand. In tandem, I worked both with my torturous fingers, taking my time as I slowlypumped his cock with one hand, working my way up to two fingers in his tight entrance. His thighs tightened, and he grit his teeth as I licked the puckered flesh before sliding a third in, and I didn’t miss the way his cock twitched in my hand as I did so.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my lips trailing up his spine, assaulting his neck.

Riley nodded vehemently. “Yes,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Make me come, Daddy.” His voice was solid, unwavering, and his gaze spellbinding as he looked at me.

I would give this man anything and everything he asked for, now and forever.

I grinned wickedly, capturing his gaze and never dropping it as I quickly slid a condom down my shaft. I watched as his pupils enlarged, as his jaw tensed, as his eyebrows furrowed. I watched his mouth form a tiny ‘o’ as I breached him, felt his entire body tense.

“Just breathe,” I said, though I wasn’t sure who I was talking to, myself or him.

Slowly, I fit myself inside him and his body welcomed me like a glove. And for a moment, we stood there, unmoving, connected in the most basic, most primal of ways.

His cock throbbed in my hand as his breath shook.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips planting a soft kiss on mine.

Three words.

Those three words I never thought would bring me such peace, were my undoing.

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