Page 44 of Man of Honor

“You’re so damn tight,” he said, dipping both fingers inside me at the same time.“I can’t wait to feel you around my dick.Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock up your ass.”

“God, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” I panted, hanging my head as he worked both fingers deeper inside me.

There was a smirk in his voice when he asked, "Is that a no?"

His fingers began to withdraw, and I panicked.“Yes!” I choked out. “I want your cock, Wyatt.Want you inside me more than anything.”

“That’s my boy.” He stretched me ruthlessly, pushing his jeans out of the way with his free hand.The thick, blunt head of his cock nudged against the tight ring still stuffed with his fingers, gathering up the lube dripping from my hole.“Here it comes,” he warned. His fingers left me, but I didn't have time to register the loss before he was pressing inside.

I grunted and planted my hands firmly, sweating, as my body struggled to adapt to the sudden invasion.

“That’s it,” he rumbled, feeding me his length with slow, relentless pressure.His hand slid around to stroke my cock, keeping me hard as I stretched around him.“You’re doing so good. You take it so good, baby.Like you were born for it. For me.”

“Fuck,” I snarled, clenching my teeth before I bit my tongue.

My last resistance gave way, and Wyatt let out a feral growl, sliding all the way home.We stayed like that: sprawled over the hood with him covering me from behind, one hand braced beside my head for leverage.I’d never felt so consumed. This was my world now: Wyatt’s hard, hot body moving against me, inside me, filling me completely.All I could hear, all I could feel…was him.

He was praising me in a near constant stream of dirty talk.“You feel so good, Gage. Better than I ever imagined.So tight, so smooth, so…”

He didn’t finish, just let out a growl and slammed deep with a smack of his hips that left me breathless.Then he pulled back and plunged again, each thrust harder than the last.I was barely keeping it together, scrabbling at the car, desperate to hold onto something that could keep me from coming too quick.

“Please,” I gasped, but I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to ease up or go harder.

Wyatt wrapped his arms around me, pulling me off the car and cradling my weight as he finished claiming me.Pressure was coiling tight in my groin with each new thrust.

“I’m close,” I whimpered. I'd never fucking whimpered in my life.“So close…waited so long…please, Wyatt.Please.”

“That’s it, baby. Shoot your load for me.” He reached around, wrapping my cock in a tight grip and giving me a few hard, fast strokes.

The filthy words, the hand on my cock, the way he was forcing me to take him—it was too much.Christ, it was primal. I didn’t just hit the edge; I shattered through it, coming with a strangled cry.My whole body shook as I shot in hot pulses against the fender.My thighs were twitching and clenching, and lights flashed behind my closed eyes.The orgasm was so powerful that the world went white.

Wyatt grunted, slamming into me, and his body went rigid.He stayed there, throbbing, filling me for what felt like an eternity.Then he lowered me down onto the cruiser, breathless and spent.Just in time. Even with him supporting my weight,my legs wouldn't hold me anymore.Slowly, my brain began to piece itself back together.Sensation crept in, mostly the ache in my back and the ice-cold come smeared on my stomach.I grimaced, shifting a little, and Wyatt pulled out with a wet, sticky sound.

“You okay?” he asked, rubbing soft circles on my back.

I closed my eyes and grunted.My body felt electrocuted and my ass was on fire, but I'd never felt better.The chaotic mess of my life didn't matter anymore.Not for a while, at least. All I wanted was to collapse into bed and pretend this was my life: a quiet house, days spent fishing, and Wyatt's sweet, dirty whispers in my ear every night.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned, nudging my shoulder with his chin.“I’d carry you to bed if I thought my back could handle it.”

“You carried me before,” I reminded him, too tired to open my eyes.

“Lifting you from the couch wasn’t easy, but it’s a hell of a lot easier than making it all the way from thedriveway.But if that’s what it takes to get you back in there with me, I’ll give it ashot.”

“What, you don’t think you’re up for it, oldman?” I teased.

His laughter flowed over me, warm andintimate.“I think I just proved I’m plenty up for it,” hedrawled.“Come inside with me and I’ll prove itagain.”

With a groan, I forced my eyesopen.Wyatt stood in front of me, smug and half-naked with his cock tucked back into his unzipped jeans, looking like he’d just conquered theworld.Conquered me,anyway.

“God help me,” I joked, grinning hugely.

Wyatt dropped a tender kiss on my mouth, lingering just long enough to make it seem like he was tasting mysmile.“Oh, he will,” he said confidently.“Best is yet to come, baby. Just wait and see.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, encouraging me to lean on him as we headed back into the house, and Idid.

For once, I let myself lean on someoneelse.

Chapter Twenty-One

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