Page 73 of The Chance

His tattoos and flat chest. His stiff cock.

Mac. Mac. Mac.

The weight of him baring down on me, tightening around me, grounding me to this bed is so unfathomably sexy that I have no idea how I ever got nervous thinking about this.

Well—that was if the roles were reversed, me taking his cock and only hoping its half as good as how well he takes mine.

But even if it is?

There’s no way I’d ever deny him this, if that’s his thing.

This feeling of a soul-deep connection through touch. Allowing our bodies to do all the talking our mouths can’t andfuck.

The vehemence staring back at me has another shiver racking down my spine, the potency of it only hungering me formore.

“Turn around, Vida,” I growl out. “I wanna watch your ass swallow my dick.”

His eyes flare wide and heated, the sound escaping him only to be described as a deep whimper.

It’s then that Mac pushes at my shoulders until I flop back on the mattress, his hands bracing on my abs and his hips roll against me.

He’s gasping above me, beautifully flushed as his hair falls over his eyes.

I get half a groan out when he works his feet beneath him and starts to turn, twisting on me like a goddamn Sit ’n Spin. Somehow kicking off his shorts as he goes.

“Fuck,” I bark out, shooting upright and grabbing his waist just as he slams down on my cock, impaling himself and crying out. “That’s it, Vida.” I guide his hips. “Look at how gorgeous you are taking my cock.”

He trembles.

He.

Him.

Mac.

Something inside me uncoils and releases a rush of recognition that tingles down the back of my neck.

This. This is it.

He’s the key.

Lifting him so that I can get to my knees despite his protests, I guide Mac to grip the headboard. He braces, preparing himself and arching his ass out.

I hum an approving noise and ease back inside him.

The heat of him is almost too much when my balls meet his, the resulting moan too good to my ears.

“Mac,” I croak out, my thrusts measured but deep. Slow but powerful as I blanket his body with mine, a hand bracing over his.

“Y-yeah?” he stammers, his breath rushing out with each stroke of my cock inside his trembling body.

My other hand finds his chest and flattens between his pecs, right over his heart.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

He moans and my abs tighten.

“I get tested every week.”

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