Page 41 of The Guy Next Door

There’s a flash of something I haven’t seen when we started messing around: worry.

“Forget I said that.”

“No, maybe.”

“Nope.” And I already have lube on my cock, stroking. “If you want to do something with my dick, there’s not gonna be any hesitation. You gotta beg for it.”

“You get very bossy when you’re horny.”

“So I’ve been told.” He watches me jerk my cock. “God, that’s such a tight hole. Thank you for letting me have it.”

“You’re welcome.”

Thinking about sticking my dick in there is enough to make my hips rock, and a jolt of energy rushes through my pelvis.

“Do you want to come on me?” he asks, his expression full of curiosity.

“What did I say?”

“Please come on me, Zane,” he says quickly, like he thinks I’ll take the offer off the table as fast as when he was too uneasy to tell me he wanted my cock in his mouth.

I snicker. “That’s much better. Where do you want me?”

“Where doyouwant it?”

“On that pretty face.”

And now he’s wearing a big grin. I feel like we want the same thing.

“Close your eyes. I don’t want to get any in them.”

He relaxes on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and closing his eyes.

I walk, my jeans still locked around my ankles as my knees hit the side of his mattress.

Seeing him so eager to have me on him sends another ripple of energy shooting through me, and I growl as my cum bursts out in ropes across his cheek, a little shooting onto his nose.

“Yes, just like that. Just like that,” I say as my hips rock and I release the last bit of cum on him.

“Fuck yes,” he whispers, and as I come down, sensations bursting through me in waves, he opens his eyes, gazing at me with a satisfied expression.

“Thank you,” I tell him.

“Thankyou.”

“Now that was hot, but let’s get that off your face,” I say.

I walk with my jeans still around my ankles to the bathroom for a towel. After we clean up, Leif slides back into his jeans. Doesn’t even go for his shirt, which suits me fine.

“I think you definitely gave Kyra something new to look at,” I tease.

He glances at her cage. “Oh fuck. I could have at least covered her.” He plops down at the foot of his bed.

“Why are you sitting down? I came over here under the impression I was getting fed.”

“And I fed you.” Oh, the way he’s smiling, he fucking loves how clever that was, and I’m living for it.

He must be able to tell that now that I’m coming down from my climax, I’m ten times hungrier than when I arrived because he hops up and heads for the door. We go downstairs and he preps plates for us, still shirtless as he serves me a bowl with salad.

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