Page 126 of Reluctantly You

I reach out and my fingers tighten around my length, stroking it in time with each of his forward thrusts.

“So hot. So fucking perfect,” he grunts as he slams into me repeatedly, our bodies a tightly wound object, water crashing against the shore. A tidal wave of lust peaks inside of me and my release cascades across my chest, my hole clenching around his dick, his movements faltering as he unloads inside of me.

I can feel the warmth of him, the way he fills me to overflowing, and for the first time in my life, I feel like myself.

I feel whole.

My body goes limp as he slumps over me, his hair a tangled mess, sweat beading on his skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs and then kisses my mouth softly. “You okay?”

I swallow and nod, my eyelids growing heavy. I need a long nap.

He slowly pulls out of me, and I feel his release trickle out. But then his finger pushes it back inside, keeping a part of him inside of me.

I love it.

“Your hole looks wrecked,” he says, his voice breaking with lust. “Looks so fucking swollen, pink. So fucking perfect.”

I grunt and throw an arm over my eyes, wanting so badly to go to sleep. But still, my legs spread wider for him as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, feeling his release and the lube inside of me mix tantalizingly.

“You’re a possessive asshole,” I say, and he grins at me.

“Just for you,” he says as he presses against my prostate and makes me gasp. “Think you have another one in there?”

I groan and shake my head. “Too sore.”

He slowly pulls his fingers from me and falls to my side, his hand smearing my release into my skin.

“Next time. You’ll come twice. I want to see you completely wrecked.”

Oh god. If this isn’t completely wrecked then I don’t know what is.

“We really should have talked before we fucked.”

“Don’t like to talk,” I murmur. “Don’t like being told what to do.”

“Hm, I know, but Mitchell, we still should have discussed this.”

“Discussed what?”

“Like if you have negative test results.”

I scoff. “I fucking do. Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Then what’s to talk about?”

I peer over at him and he brings a cum-soaked finger to my lips.

“Suck.”

My lips curl around his finger and I do as I’m told, his leg wrapping around mine, his half-hard cock against my thigh.

“Let’s take a bath.”

“Don’t wanna.”

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