Page 60 of Troy

“Keep going, Troy. C’mon, babe, don’t tease.” Raff’s voice is gruff as he lets his cock spring free then grabs hold and strokes his hard shaft leisurely.

Lowering my zipper, I hitch my thumbs into the belt loops and push the fabric from my hips. Raff moans faintly when I step out of them and lazily saunter towards him.

“Ride me, baby, ride me hard.” Raff reaches over for the lube and squeezes some into his hand then liberally coats his dick.

Mesmerized, I watch the strokes. “You look fucking gorgeous, Raff. Fuck, you’re hot.”

“What are you waiting for, climb on.” He winks.

Wriggling onto the bed, I lick up his inner thigh then gently nip the soft skin at the edge of his groin. Kneeling above him, I kiss his chest, nipping his nipples playfully before devouring his mouth. As my tongue dips inside, I feel the tip of his dick at my entrance. Bearing down, I let him enter me, keeping only the head inside the tight ring of muscles.

“Fuck, Troy, you are so tight. Squeeze me, baby, squeeze me as I slide inside you.” Raff’s voice rumbles as he controls himself.

“Raff, oh God, Raff, you feel so good.” I lower myself on him, keeping my muscles clamped around him, and chew my lip as I reach the base, unable to move yet.

“Ride me, baby, make me come.” Raff moans.

Allowing myself a few more seconds of feeling him, thick inside me, I do exactly as he says and ride him hard. His hands bruise my hips but, damn, it feels good. Then I see the tendons in Raff’s neck tense, his head thrown back, and, taking my hands off his chest, I sit up and start to stroke my own dick. Raff takes over, immobilizing my hips as he pounds into me. His dick stroking my prostate, I know I’m about to come.

“I can’t hold on, Raff, I going to come.” I groan as I fire hot, sticky cum over his stomach and chest. As it hits him, I feel the heat of his own release filling me.

“Fuck, yes!!” Raff pumps harder then pulls me down, holding me still as I feel him twitch and shudder inside me, I flex my muscles around him. Flopping down on him, I kiss him passionately as he caresses me, our breath gradually returning.

A week later, chaos descends on the villa as our friends and family turn up to celebrate our marriage. The locals have been amazing and provided a feast, as well as a stunning wedding cake. I worried at first if they would accept us, whether they would be happy with two men celebrating their wedding, but I had no need. They have welcomed us with open arms and we have already made some great friends. I’m glad Franco encouraged me to learn Italian.

Standing on the covered patio, I watch the sky darkening. The torches are lit, music plays, and people dance. I observe Francesca talking animatedly to my friends. I love that Raff invited her and her joy in accepting brought tears to my eyes.

Raff strolls up to me, a lazy smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. “Dance with me, baby, I want to feel you up against me.”

“I would love to.” I accept his hand and we dance slowly to Troye Silvan’s For Him. “I love you, Mr. McMahon.” I whisper as my fingers tangle in his hair.

“I love you more, Mr. McMahon.” He replies and kisses me.

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