Page 66 of Cupcake

“Yes.” Logan pushed back. Dean’s erection rubbing against his already sensitive balls.

“I’m gonna touch your little nipples, your belly button, then I’m going to jack that pretty cock. You’ll let me hear how much you love it, won’t you.”

“I will! I will!” Logan was desperate to get his mate inside him.

“Let Daddy open you up,” Dean said.

“Use magic!” Logan told him. “You said you could…before…you said…”

“You want Daddy to hurry up and fuck you?”

“Please!” he wailed.

Dean pressed a finger against his hole and Logan grew slick. Wet. His hole sucked Dean’s finger right in as Dean pushed that digit forward.

Magic was wonderful!

“All loose and ready for Daddy now, aren’t you, boy?”

“I need—”

“I know what you need.” Dean’s cockhead brushed against his entrance before he began to push inside.

Too slow.

Logan threw himself back.

Dean grunted as his fingers tightened on Logan’s hips. “Bad boy!”

He was a very good boy and his mate knew it. “Fuck me!”

“I’m going to.” Dean pulled back then thrust forward.

Logan had to brace his hands farther apart. Dig his knees into the mattress.

Dean was not messing around. He fucked Logan like a man possessed. Logan couldn’t do more than hold himself up with his shaky arms as he was railed. It still amazed Logan that his loving and sweet mate who spoiled him rotten could also rock his world.

Dean’s hands roamed all of his body. His ass cheeks, his back, his nipples, before he finally wrapped those long fingers around Logan’s shaft.

It didn’t take more than a few strokes before Logan reached his limit. He climaxed hard enough that he lost vision. Dean grunted like an animal behind Logan as he filled Logan with hot soothing seed.

Best. Sex. Ever!

Logan hadn’t imagined that sex with his mate could even get better but Dean had totally proved him wrong. Logan sighed as Dean carefully helped him slide face-first into the mattress.

If he never moved again, it would be too soon.

Logan had no idea how long he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm when a warm wet cloth was brushing over his ass and down his crack. Logan hummed.

“Are you back with me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” he managed. Logan appreciated Dean cleaning him up since his arms and legs still felt like Jell-O.

“Do you want to roll back over?” Dean asked.

Instead of words, because who really needed words, Logan grunted.

“I have a surprise for you if you turn over and face me,” Dean told him. His warm hand felt wonderful rubbing down Logan’s back. Like that would be any way to convince Logan to move.

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