Page 93 of His Reluctant Savior

“Sorry, I’m going to come fast. Your ass feels fucking fantastic without those damn condoms,” he said, hovering his lips over my mouth.

“As long as you’re back inside me. Who knew someone who liked topping would enjoy being fucked?”

“What can I say? My dick is magic.”

“God, you just didnotsay that. You’re so juvenile.”

“You love it.”

I ran my hands through his freshly cut hair. “I do. And I love you, too.”

Sid rested his face in the crook of my throat. “Tell me that again.” His breath sent waves of chills across my skin.

“I love you,” I repeated.

“Fuck me… you’re so smooth and hot.”

“I need more, baby. Faster… harder.”

Sid sat up and gripped my wrists, holding them over my head as he did as I wanted. His muscles fucking rippled with each movement, the tendons in his neck corded as he pounded into me.

When he hit my hot zone, my eyes rolled up into my head, and my lids shuttered. I arched my back, desperate for more.

As he moved faster and harder, Sid leaned down and kissed me again. Our breaths were hot and heavy, our tongues fought, and our mouths consumed each other. The kiss was almost as hot as our fucking.

He suddenly sat up again and rested his hands, flanking my head. “Stroke yourself. Come around me. Quickly now.”

I reached for the remaining lube out of the packet sitting on the table, squeezed some out, and rubbed it over my length beforequickly pumping myself. I fisted tighter, twisting my hand and rubbing my thumb over the head.

My breathing was so heavy and sweat gathered on my forehead and upper lip. I closed my eyes and just… felt everything, from Sid’s thick cock pegging my prostate, the stretch and fullness of it, to the pressure growing around my groin. I throbbed in my hand, burning and swelling, the orgasm pending.

“Hurry, Boy Scout…” he growled.

I stroked faster and squeezed harder, not wanting this to end yet, but I had no choice with Sid’s insistence.

Finally, I let myself go. My body froze as spurts of cum spattered on my stomach. I kept rubbing, pulling out the last of my orgasm, prolonging it as long as I could.

“Fuck me…” Sid gasped. “God, the pressure… You’re a fucking vise.”

Like me, his body suddenly froze before he moved again, teasing and tugging his orgasm until he had nothing left.

I was completely numb as he fell on me and my cold cum.

He weighed a ton, but it was also comforting. I dragged my half-dead fingers across his bare back, sprinkled with sweat.

“Give me five minutes. We’re doing that again,” he said with his face in my throat.

I laughed tiredly. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but we aren’t teens anymore. It’s going to take us a lot longer to build up steam again.”

“Fine… Give me an hour. Fuck, I hate getting old.”

“Pfft. As if you ever act your age.”

He chuckled. “Truth.”

“On a serious note, it’s going to be harder to do this a lot with Owen around. We’ll have to find our moments. He likes to come into my bed at night if he’s had a nightmare.”

Sid lifted his upper body and gave me a peck. “I always knew this would be a packaged deal with all the perks and drawbacks that come with it, Boy Scout.”

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