Page 44 of His Reluctant Savior

I complied because I needed to taste more than his mouth and skin.

I sat up and shoved his legs back to watch my dick slide in and out of him. There was nothing hotter.

My hips gyrated faster and faster as my flesh burned in arousal the closer I was to coming. The sweat built on my skin, especially along my forehead, sliding down and tickling my temples. I gripped the back of his thighs tightly, digging my fingers into him so hard that I’d leave bruises, marking him as mine.

Mine,mine, mine.

I let go of his leg and grabbed his throat, also sprinkled with sweat. His hand landed on mine, but he didn’t pry my fingers off. I squeezed tight enough to make it uncomfortable, but not so much that he couldn’t breathe.

The pressure around my groin grew too much, and I finally let go. My cock pulsed inside him as I spilled into the condom, pumping and pumping, thrusting until I had nothing left to give.

“Fuck me… God…” I cried out.

I collapsed on Dalton as my softening cock slipped out of him, instantly missing his tight heat. My face pressed into his sweaty neck as I tried to get my breathing and heart rate under control.

He tapped my back. “Uhm… a little help here.”

I chuckled. “One blow job, coming right up.”

After yanking off the condom, tying it, and tossing it into the garbage, I grabbed his cock, hard and hot, at the base and teased him with my tongue, slowly dragging it around the edge of his tip, taking my time, knowing it was going to piss him off.

3… 2… 1…

“Dammit, Sid! If you don’t make me come right now, I’m going to punch you!”

I stifled my laugh, smirking at him before I swallowed him down all the way until the tip of my nose touched thick, dark curls.

“Oh, fuck yeah…Finally,” he rasped.

Dalton instantly thrust, and I gagged for a second before breathing through it. I had to place a hand on his pelvis to keep him steady since I could only deep throat for a second. The last thing I needed was to die by dick, even if the dick was perfect.

He folded his legs outward like wings, and his hands were in my hair, tugging and pulling for me to go deeper.

He was too impatient for any more teasing, so I went at him hard and fast, poking and prodding those sensitive areas with my tongue while sucking in my cheeks, bobbing up and down as fast as possible.

His sounds were delirious and mumbled, mingled with grunts and groans and a lot of ‘fucks.’ It was delicious music to my ears.

As soon as his cock swelled even harder and grew hot, I prepared for the rush of cum, which hit the back of my throat a second later. Dalton arched his back for more, and I swallowed as quickly as possible.

He finally settled down, his hands falling from my head, coming to rest on the bed. The only thing moving on him was the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he lay there limply. I popped off him and gave him one more lick up his entire length with the flat of my tongue, making him jump from the overstimulation.

Goddamn, he was sexy. I loved his reactions, sounds, and responsiveness. Most guys I’d been with were basic at best, just getting off with little interest in anything more. Sex became a means to an end. But Dalton? Yeah, I wanted more of him. I felt powerful, turning him into a blissed-out wreck.

Soon, a sleepy smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes still closed. “That was fucking nice,” he said, his voice still hoarse from sex.

“Only nice? I’ll just remove the knife from my heart now.”

He peeked one eye open, still smiling. “Apologies… That wasepic. It was sex to end all sex.”

“That’s more like it. You nearly crushed my fragile ego.”

I fell into the bed next to him and pulled him against me. I didn’t know where this snuggling thing came from, but it felt natural with him.

His hand came to rest on my chest, twirling his fingers through the hair as he draped a leg over my thighs. “It was always Matt who snuggled into me,” he said, his body stiffening. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. You and I just had amazing sex, and I blurted shit about him...”

I rolled over onto my side and looked at him. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. You had another life before me. An important one, which helped shape who you are, and I like who you are.”

His smile was tired. “Thanks, but still… This shows how out of practice I am. I simply meant… I don’t mind this shift. Snuggling into you feels right. You holding me feels right.”

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