Page 23 of Fruitbat

He slathers his hole with the wetness and repeats the task.

I reach back into the drawer for the small bottle of lube, but he shakes his head. “It's okay.“ He rolls his hips, pressing his hole against my tip. “Go ahead . . . I‘m ready.”

His mouth meets mine and his tongue enters me as I push inside him.

“Yes,” he groans. “Just like that.”

He tightens around me until I push past his barriers and feel him relax.

Quick breaths pant from his chest and his arms knot around my shoulders. I dig my palms and knees into the mattress, pushing deeper inside him.

His head throws back into the pillows and his mouth gapes.

I bury my face into the crook of his neck and slip my cock back and forth inside him.

His body squirms under me. “That’s so good Danny,” he whimpers, with both arms wrenching my neck. “You’re fucking me so good.” His hot breath sweeps my ear.

My back curves over him and my hips push deeper. The thrusts take hold of my body. I need to please this beautiful man underneath me.

I reach between my belly and his, until I find his dick with my fingers and wrap my palm around it. He’s soaked with sweat and pre-come and I stroke him in rhythm with the undulating waves of my body grinding into him.

His breath turns to panting and his knotted legs tighten around mine.

My thrusts and strokes pick up to meet the intense rise and fall of his chest and belly. Si’s a beautiful mess beneath me, whimpering and panting as I drive into him.

His whimpers turn breathy as his throat thickens and he reaches overhead to grip the rails of my steel-post bed frame.

“Keep going, just like that.” His head digs back and a groan rises from his belly, past his throat and out his mouth,

His dick swells in my hand and spills over my fingers into the tight space between our bodies. His grip on me squeezes the breath from my chest and I fill the condom inside him.

Our bodies hold tense and then collapse as the rush passes.

Panting slows in sync, until we’re dazedly breathing normally again. I haven’t taken my sticky hand away from his softening dick, but I pull myself out of him and climb my face down his neck, then chest and scoop his wet belly with my tongue. Tasting every bit of the liquid flooding his skin and my fingers.He IS sweet like candy, all over.

I peer up at him, watching me devour his sweet syrup, and smiling. He grips my face and pulls me back to his lips. Tracing my mouth with his tongue, cleaning his remnants off of me. He hugs his arms and legs around me again and holds me against his body.

I could stay right here, forever.

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Si

4:32 am

Danny’s weight is crushing in the most satisfying way. Our naked bodies meld together like puzzle pieces, and I don’t want to let go.

He tries to roll away, but I tighten my grip with all four limbs.

“Stay right there.” I plead.

“I don’t want to hurt you.’’

“You’re not.” I kiss his cheek, nose, and mouth.

His body relaxes.

“I’m really heavy,” he says into my lips.

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