Page 62 of His Reluctant Savior

I got an ass bite for that before he attacked my hole again, and as I opened up, he thrust his tongue deeper inside me. Why did rimming feel so fucking good?

Sid pulled away again, and I tried not to whimper at the loss. “How about now?”

“Hmm? Uhmm… yeah… ah, better.”

“Perfect. Leaving you speechless was my goal.”

While it all felt amazing, and I was growing more and more relaxed, what I wanted was a good pounding.

“Fuck me, baby… fuck me hard,” I begged.

Sid stood and pulled back my head by my hair and slammed his mouth into mine, shoving in his tongue, owning me. I tasted myself, loving its salaciousness.

“Baby? I like that,” he said when we came up for air.

Sid opened the curtain and snagged the condom sitting on the counter, along with the lube he had ready. He tore the condom wrapper open, slid it over his length, and then grabbed the lube bottle.

“One day, we’re going to get tested and be done with these infernal condoms. I need to feel your heat against my skin.”

I simply nodded, still hunched over, desperately waiting for his cock to slam home.

He drizzled lube over my hole, set the bottle back onto the counter, and started working me open with his fingers.

I looked back at him, trying not to get distracted by his beauty, so focused on stretching me. “I don’t need prepping. Just… take me. Distract me, baby.”

He looked up at me, his denim eyes full of naughty glee. “As you wish.”

Sid stood behind me, spread my cheeks open as he lined the tip of his cock to my hole. “Breathe and bear down,” he ordered, giving me little time to react as he thrust hard into me. I did as I was told, which minimized the painful burn. Still, it hurt a little, which was what I wanted, but we’d had enough sex lately that I adapted quickly.

He slowly pulled out and slammed home, hitting my prostate. My eyes rolled up into my head, and my toes curled, needing more, but he eased out again with agonizing slowness before punching back into me.

“You’re… a… fucking tease… Sid,” I rasped, struggling to speak each time he thrust hard back into me.

“You need more, Boy Scout?”

I craned my head back and glared at him. He laughed and continued to torture me.

“You’re going to… make me beg… aren’t you?”

“Hmm, I think I enjoy a begging Dalton.”

I gave him the bird, which only made him laugh harder. At least he picked up speed, the push and pull burning my body, still desperate for more.

“Fuck, I love how your body just bends to my will, so needy for me,” he growled, not immune to the arousal despite his laughing a moment ago.

Sid was punching into me so hard that I had to brace myself against the shower wall to keep from hitting my head. I was going to be deliciously achy after this, and it was exactly the distraction that I needed.

He was close, judging by his speed and the heat of his swelling cock. He draped his body over mine, pumping and grinding as he reached around me and fisted my length, rapidly stroking in rhythm to his thrusts.

I was so close, too, as he kept hitting my hot button.

“I need you to come for me,” he said close to my ear. “Squeeze me. Strangle my cock.”

Jesus… Sid had a mouth on him, I had to give him that. And I liked it. It helped push me over the edge until I fell over and into the abyss.

With the first spurt of cum, Sid bit my neck, pulling more and more out of me with his hand slicked with water, and his grinding and thrusting.

My mind blanked out, with no thoughts other than prolonging my orgasm.

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