Page 43 of His Reluctant Savior

He shoved back my legs again and lined up his cock. “Breathe and bear down,” he ordered.

I nodded. “Go.”

My eyes slammed down, and my body tensed as soon as his tip breached the muscle.

“Open up, Dalton. Give yourself to me.”

I tried to breathe and loosen myself, but it wasn’t easy with the white, painful heat. He wasn’t small, and my hole fought back, but when I relaxed, breathed, and pushed down, Sid slid right in and tried to pull out and thrust back in.

“Wait!” I said, gripping his forearms. “Fuck, it’s been a long time. Give me a…second.”

“You have two of them… I’m going to fucking die.”

I huffed in irritation but nodded. “Go.”

After a few more thrusts, I opened up more, and it grew more bearable. Soon, Sid was sliding in and out with ease. I felt stretched to the max and so full, but I was finally starting to enjoy it, especially when he hit my overly sensitive hot spot again.

The word ‘mine’ repeated over and over in my head each time I pulled out and slid back into Dalton’s warm, tight heat. When I’d bit him and said that word, it had only been a part of the foreplay, but now, with me finally inside him? He became mine at that moment.Allmine. This was where we should’ve been all those years ago. Maybe it would have happened had my uncle not ruined everything that night. But perhaps not, since my uncle had alreadyruined my body.

Dalton’s face looked like pure fucking bliss. He kept his eyes closed. His lips were swollen and parted, and his clean-shaven face was burned red and chafed from my growing beard. He looked absolutely stunning.Idid that to him. I wasdoingthat to him.

I gripped the top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair in tight fists, watching him, feeling him, inhaling him, tasting him. All my senses burned for him. His nails dug painfully into my back, and I relished in the sting.

I needed to find a way to keep him in my life… if we even stayed alive long enough. Owen, too. they were a package deal.

For too long, I’d been on the wrong side of the law. I would never find redemption, not that I’d ever sought it. The question was, would Dalton push aside his morality far enough away to allow me to come into his life?

My eyes rolled into my head, and my toes curled when he wrapped his legs around to the small of my back, hooking his ankles and forcing me deeper into him, careful not to touch my ass, but he did a little, anyway. I was distracted enough to push through it. His ass squeezed my cock like a warm hug, firing off all my nerves and tingling up my spine.

He tried to move his head, but I wouldn’t let him, needing to see every fucking mouth twitch, eye movement behind closed lids, and licking of his lips.

“Look at me,” I ordered, barely hanging on myself, my orgasm on the precipice of the abyss, ready to fall, but I forced it back. I need more time with him.

His eyes popped open, filled with sweet, chocolatey goodness behind hooded lids. “It’s hard…” he moaned, sliding them closed again.

I gripped his hair tighter. “Do it.”

His eyes met mine again, though they rolled when I hit his prostate again, but he brought them back into focus.

Fuck, I could watch him all day.

I could watch him forever.

His brow furrowed. “I need to come, Sid,” he whined.

“So do I, Boy Scout. So do I…”

I was desperate to, but I didn’t want to stop yet. Who knew when we’d be able to do this again, if ever? What if this was our last time together? I had to take all that I could from him.

He intentionally squeezed his muscles tighter around me, trying to force me to come so I could finish him off.

“Naughty, naughty. I’m just going to keep slowly pumping into you if you keep it up. I can hold out. How long can you?”

“Pfft… asshole.”

I chuckled and kissed his nose, jawline, chin, and back to his mouth. “That I am. Fine, do you want me to finish?”

“Please, dammit!”

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