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“Fuck.”

I slowly entered him, his muscles giving way as he did exactly what I’d instructed. He sucked my cock in with the most satisfying slurp. Halfway down, I stopped for a second, canted my hips, and fed him the rest of my length all at once.

“Fuck!” Ben’s torso jackknifed off the bed, and he tried to pull away.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I caught the handcuffs and pulled him back into my next thrust. Hard. “Don’t run away from it. You own that dick now. Show me that you still want it.” I tugged on the handcuffs. “Come on, big guy. It’s yours. Make yourself happy on that dick.”

“Oh shit.” Ben spread his legs wider, shifted back, and fucked himself on my cock. He whimpered in his throat, the sound growing louder as he moved faster, the fleshy globes of his ass smacking into my pelvis.

He felt so damn good, so fucking tight, I struggled to keep myself from coming.

Man, I want to nut inside his bare ass so badly.

Gritting my teeth, I kept my stance, allowing him to have his fun working my dick like his favorite fuck toy. He panted like he’d just run a long-distance race, and he slowed his movements. I lost it.

I planted one foot on the bed, pressed his torso to the mattress, and struck for gold.

“Ooooh,” Ben cried, twitching his arms and digging his nails into his palm. “Right there. Right there.”

“Fuck,” I grunted. “This ass gonna be the death of me for sure. So fucking tight.”

Yet he squeezed down, clenching his muscles around my dick. I slapped his cheeks, and he moaned, so I did it again.Slap!Slap! Slap!His cheeks turned red, and his horny moans echoed in the room.

If I die inside Ben tonight, I’d die a happy man.

A knock sounded on the door.

What the fuck.

“Go away!” I growled, not once letting up on Ben. Not when he was throwing back into every thrust, taking everything I had to give.

“Oh god,” Ben whimpered. “It’s too much. Too long. I can feel you in my—”

He shouted hoarsely, ripples of pleasure rolling through his body. I thrust harder, pushing through the restraints of my release.

My orgasm burst through me. I knew it was coming, but the force of it shocked me. Not wanting to spurt into the latex, I pulled out, ripped the protection off, and stroked myself, coming all over his ass.

I clamped my eyes shut, resisting shoving my bare cock back inside him and emptying into his body. Sex might not be everything between us, but damn if it hadn’t given us a good start.

24

BEN

Gunner killed someone today. I helped him to dispose of the body. I don't regret it.

My stomach rumbled, reminding me I had only eaten one burrito all day. One couldn’t survive on sex alone, no matter how delicious the whole experience had been—from the intense fucking to taking a shower with Gunner, all the kissing and touching that ended up with me passed out on top of him in bed while he drew circles into my skin.

Something was on his mind, though. He was unnaturally quiet, but I was too tired to dig into his psyche. He was allowed his private thoughts. His honesty earlier about what he wanted from me showed he had no trouble discussing his feelings.

“You’re hungry,” Gunner said. “Want me to get you something? I can hit a drive-thru somewhere.”

Damn. He’d stepped in front of a gun for me, among other things, but this preoccupation he had with feeding me made my insides melt. There was something to be said about a man who cared if you ate.

“No need. I’ve got food in the car. I stopped by my sister’s on the way here. Asked her to make both of us a plate.”

“Yeah?” He sounded surprised.

“Thought food could be our special way to say we’re sorry.”

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