Page 28 of Xavier

I wasn’t into those love taps. A handprint needed to be left behind to appreciate in all its rosy pink glory for it to actually have been worth it.

Before I let myself get too carried away with my thoughts, I popped my mouth off of him and gave him a quick nip, thenleaned back. I propped my leg up on the edge of his bed frame, tucking my foot between it and the mattress on top to keep me steady while I caught his hip with my free hand to hold him still.

He groaned at that, already anticipating me sliding into him.

“You’ve been keeping yourself nice and ready for me, right?” I asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from his mouth anyway.

He tilted his head to the side, mumbling out a tangled ‘yes’ that was mixed with a quiet moan.

“Good,” I praised, sliding the tip of my cock around his hole to coat him generously. His hole was already fluttering, desperately trying to catch my cock with every pass over his pucker.

Finally, I pressed against him, letting myself dip into his hot center slowly. Apparently, Gage was a little less patient than I’d given him credit for and all but slammed himself back against me.

“Fuck…” came my hissed curse, as I nearly erupted right then and there.

This man is truly going to be the death of me.

My balls ached with the need to just let it all go and flood his insides, throwing all of our careful prep right out the window like we were a couple of virgins on our wedding night. My fingers tight on his hip, I held him in place until I could calm down enough not to actually come the second I moved again.

Which I’m sure he’d love to brag about.

Bastard.

Blowing out a long breath, I rolled my hips back until only the head of my cock was seated inside of him. Then, I slammed forward, pulling him back onto me in the same singular motion that had me burying myself as deep as I could go.

His body jolted, both of his hands fisting in the sheets while he kept his face down against the mattress. I rocked my hips again, mimicking the motion from before as his tight heat gripped me perfectly, squeezing when I bottomed out, my hips pressed tightly against the globes of his ass.

This was what was perfect about Gage. His body was so attuned to me that it knew exactly what I needed.

One of his hands untangled from the sheets, coming around to reach between his legs. I slapped his hand away, grabbing onto his cock with my own.

“Mine.”

No way was he coming before I told him he could.

He tried to rock back against me, not getting very far when I dug my fingers into his hips again, my nails leaving crescent shaped red marks in his skin. He was trapped in my rhythm game, completely at my mercy just like we’d both been fantasizing about for the past few weeks.

“You missed me filling you like this, baby, didn’t you,” I whispered, moving my hand down to cup his balls and squeeze them.

He choked out a moan, grabbing onto the sheets again out of desperation.

“That’s it.” A small grunt worked its way up my throat. “You’re… mmmm, so fucking tight.”

Fuck, I wasnotgoing to last.

I’d been without him too long. I wasn’t used to how fucking incredible he felt wrapped around me like this. I could only get myself off so much, my hand paling in comparison to the real deal.

Moving back up to fist Gage’s cock once again, I stroked him in time with my thrusts as I pounded my hips against his ass. His body braced against the bed, taking each thrust with his unmoving form.

“Oh fuck,” came tumbling out of my mouth, just as the first spurts of cum shot out of him and drizzled all over my fingers.

I followed closely behind, slamming into him one more time before stiffening and letting myself come inside of his tight heat. Both of us collapsed onto the bed, toppled over in a damn tangled pile of limbs that I knew we were going to wake up sore from in the morning.

Neither of us cared, too busy catching our breath and letting the post-orgasm haze settle over us. With my hand still wrapped around his cock, I pressed soft kisses along his shoulder and neck before burying my face there.

He let out a content sigh, relaxing under me.

“Love you,” was all I could mumble before letting my eyes slide closed.

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