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I chuckled along with him. “I sound like my Uncle Angus. He had a deep Scottish accent.”

He kissed me hard. “Could we just have sexy times for you and me? No cameras? And not your Uncle Angus.”

“No cameras, I need you safe.” The warmth that burst through our link made my body heat. “So let’s play pretend that we’re filming ourselves so we can watch it back later and see me bury my cock in your body? Don’t you think I’ve waited long enough,” I said plaintively, pointing at my cock which still waved hopefully at Red, a drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit.

With no hesitation, Red rolled over onto his back.

My grin was back at the sight he made sprawled on the bed. He was a mess, his fuzzy hairs matted together in drying custard. Our cuddle had produced a custard sandwich and now it was time to add my cream to it.

“Come fuck me, mate,” he begged with hungry eyes.

“Do you need me to prepare you? We have extra cream.”

“Just stick your big, fat dick in me.”

Whoa, that growl from my stalk was all kinds of sexy. It made my dick sit up and take notice. I licked my lips in anticipation.

A glance at the bed and I grabbed a pillow, putting it under his hips. I settled between his thighs, feeling the fuzzy hairs rub against me. The scent of strawberries gave me yet more ideas.

“This time, just us,” he pleaded, catching my thought.

Fuck, he was a temptation. “Just us.” My mate was sweet enough for me.

Red pulled my head down to kiss me fiercely. “When it’s safe, I want you and me in the soil, rhubarb, and goat. Bite me, make me your mate every way a goat can.”

I would make it safe for my stalk to have me anyway he chose. We might still have to have a certain conversation about a buck getting it on. Sometimes a goat got excited, get what I’m saying?

I pressed a kiss to Red’s full mouth, moving to the tip of his jaw, and nibbled up to his earlobe as I pressed inside him until I was flush against his sticky body. His body gave way, his ass clasping tight as we both whimpered, and I held still, letting him adjust.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Please Gordy, move before my custard spills again and I take another nap.”

My boy needed me to make him mine, and that’s what I was gonna do. “Hold on, my sweetheart. Hold on.”

I pulled back until the head of my cock stretched his hole, feeling it pulse and try to suck me back in. I stayed there until his eyes opened and the fiery need was all I could see.

“Bastard,” he muttered without heat as he shuddered with need.

“You’re welcome,” I growled and thrust in hard enough to make us both cry out. All the need drove me to pound hard into his willing body. I groaned in approval as he took every punishing thrust I gave him, and more besides.

Red was made for me.

Perfect in every way.

I am?

You are.

To make my point, I changed position, and he yelled as I nailed his sweet spot. Sweat trickled down my back. The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and the heady scent of rising custard and cream. I wanted to come so badly, my balls aching to empty themselves into my mate, but I wasn’t going to come until he took his pleasure again. He was so close… almost…just there.

Red stiffened under my hands, and he came untouched, his cock spraying me with custard as I let go, burying deep inside him and filling him with my thick goat cream.

Chapter Fourteen

Red

I swear I’m wearing a permanent blush or else it was stubble burn after several repeat performances demonstrating how much stamina my goat had. If anyone ever had insomnia, I could market my mate as a cure.

Gordon’s Sex Tonic: a cure for discerning Gentlemen with Insomnia.

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