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I watched him quickly slip off the bed to retrieve my lube out of the nightstand and then toss it next to me. He kicked off hispants before crawling back onto the mattress, one of his hands clamping down on the back of my thigh to hold me steady.

He drizzled a generous amount of lube over the head of his cock, stroking it downward once before tossing the bottle to the side. His head fell back as he exhaled deeply.

“Put it in me,” I begged.

“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth.

Letting go of his cock, he ran two fingers around my puckered hole, teasing me with each swipe over it. I was desperate for more,needingmore from him or else I was going to actually explode.

“Please.Don’t torture me like this.”

“You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Two fingers slid into me, pumping in and out so deep that his knuckles were breaching my hole with each thrust.

My lashes fluttered shut at the sensations.

Oh, that was good.

But not good enough.

I wanted more from him, I wanted him to bury himself so deep inside of me that I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.

I tightened my hold on my legs, readjusting just enough to keep me from accidentally letting go. Finally, after what felt like forever, Xavier’s fingers withdrew from my hole, quickly replaced by the blunt tip of his cockhead.

He leaned over me, a hand coming down over my mouth while his other was still locked onto the back of my thigh. I groaned loudly, thankfully muffled, as he slid into me slowly.

Fuck he was so, so perfect. He stretched me in a way that I’d never had before, his shallow thrusts becoming deeper with each one, until finally, his hips were flush with my ass. His cock twitched inside of me in response to my walls bearing down on him.

My selfish body wanted to keep him inside of me forever. Letting him go was the last option I wanted. He rocked into me, grinding his hips into my ass a few times until I was panting against his hand.

“Ready, fiancé?” he teased.

If he kept calling me that, I wasn’t going to last at all.

Nodding at him, I tightened my grip on my legs.

He started off slow, rolling his hips back all the way and then sliding himself home again. His cock glided in and out of me easily, each pass over my prostate had my toes curling and my body twitching.

I loved his cock. I loved him fucking me with it.

I mumbled incoherently against his hand, getting lost in the pleasure of our bodies coming together after what felt like two long decades of being apart.

We were getting married.

We wereactuallygetting married and now we’d never have to be apart ever again. He was going to move here and live with me. Long distance was a thing of the goddamn past now.

My swirling thoughts made me feel giddy.

I let go of my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hand was soon replaced with his mouth when he leaned over me, curling his arms under my body to hold me close to his own.

This was what I loved—this closeness—and what I missed when he was gone. I could live in this damn bed forever with this man if given the chance to.

His thrusts became a bit more frantic while his hips slapped against me. I held onto him for dear life, my balls tightening with the need to come.

He reached a hand between us to wrap around my cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. I choked out a moan, bucking my hips up into his hand as cum leaked out of me, coating both of us in the process.

He ripped his mouth off of mine and slammed into me, his body stiffening, warmth filling me as he unloaded into me.

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