Page 48 of Stranded

“Nnh! Mmph! Nngh!” he whimpers, sucking his cheeks tightly around me. He keeps trying to steal peeks at me whenever he can.

And he’s fuckinggorgeous.

I’m not just saying that because I’m shamelessly using his mouth, pushing myself deeper and deeper until his lips stretch around the base of my shaft.

It’s because I’ve never seen Ronan like this before… like he’s in his element. He’s fiery and unstoppable, yes… but also pliable. I’m not too much for him—he wants to feel it all, the full force of my desire.

I can do that.

I’m overwhelmed with all these new sensations. My muscles are drawing tight, and I’m already a million miles past the peak of what I’ve ever known before, so I have no idea where the edge is going to be.

I just know I’m heading there, and fast.

“Nnh,” I grunt, pulling out of Ronan’s mouth. I slide down and straddle him without wasting a moment, grabbing both of our cocks in one hand.

I’m standing against the firmest part of my palm, but I have the weight of him against my fingertips, where I can feel him the best.

He’s velvety and firm, but the length is a little more short and stout. The head of his cock is a gentle, beautiful point that runs easily over my fingertips, and the base is so thick I can hardly fit my hand around us both.

But the best part is how his cock feels sliding against mine.

It’s fuckingincredible.

“Yes,” Ronan gasps as I start to jerk us off together. He scrabbles against my back, tipping his chin back to bare the curve of his throat. I can’t tear my gaze off him as he whimpers and cries out at the top of his lungs.

I want to grind against Ronan until I’ve rubbed off on him for good— covered him with me in a way he’ll never forget.

Then, Ronan’s whole body heaves off the bed, forming the most perfect arc. “Yes…!”

My hips snap forward as I push into him and grind, squeezing both of us together as tight as I can. “Ronan…!”

“Yes yesyesoh fuck oh my god Alph yessss!” Ronan’s voice breaks and he gasps silently.

Both of our cocks pulsate and throb in my hand.

It hits me, too. I can’t stop it.

“Fuck!” I throw my head back as all my thoughts disappear in a tidal wave ofyesandfuck fuck fuckandRonan! We’re burning up together, covering each other—and Ronan, from his collarbone to his belly button—in our sticky passion.

But it’s Ronan’s face I can’t stop watching.

He looks like he can barely believe how good this feels. He looks blissful, helpless in my hands… andperfect.

When my cock finally starts to soften, I groan and slowly let go of us both. He whimpers one last time, a soft noise that I can’t resist.

I collapse on top of him, already too coated in sweat and gleaming with ecstasy to care about the mess. All I care aboutis holding his body against mine while we’re naked and soft and still spellbound by the moment.

“Mmm,” Ronan whimpers, so softly that I don’t know if he even knows he made the sound. He cuddles into me, presses his nose into my neck, and I wrap my arm around him to pull him closer.

He’s melting my fucking heart.

I run my hand gently up and down Ronan’s back, exploring the planes and angles.

How come every single one is this fucking perfect, anyway? How is that possible?

Ronan’s hand slow rises to my chest, then over the muscles there, until he curls it around my bicep. His eyes are still closed, and his lips are softly curved up in the most contented little smile.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

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