Page 41 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

Saul chuckled. “Patience. We’re not in any hurry, and I wanna enjoy you.”

Crank bowed his head, his eyes closed as he relished Saul’s tongue dancing over his hole. “You can do that all fucking day as far as I’m concerned.”

Saul laughed. “Yeah, I’d noticed that about you. You sure love getting rimmed, don’t you?” Then he resumed his licking, and Crank reached back to urge him deeper.

Fuck, this was amazing. The wet sound of Saul sucking Crank’s balls, sucking his cock, probing Crank’s hole with his tongue…. All of it conspired to send Crank’s need into the stratosphere.

“Toss me the lube,” Saul instructed.

Crank grabbed it from the nightstand and held it out to him. He stared at the headboard. “You know what this needs? A mirror.”

He wanted to watch Saul pleasuring his hole.

Saul’s rough chuckle sent vibrations through him. “We’ll have to see what we can do. Something to bear in mind, though, when we get our own place.” He leaned over Crank, his chest warm against Crank’s back. “I was thinking more along the lines of mirrors on the ceiling.”

Crank opened his mouth to tell himfuck yeah, but the words were lost when Saul smacked Crank’s hole with the heavy, slick head of his dick.

“Ready for me?”

Crank twisted to stare at him. “I was ready when you strolled out of the bathroom.”

Saul smiled. He gave a gentle push of his hips, his hands gripping Crank’s waist as he eased his shaft into him. Saul leaned over to kiss the back of Crank’s neck.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispered. “Tight, but good.”

Crank gasped. “I thought tight was always good.”

Saul tilted Crank’s head back, his hand on Crank’s throat, and they kissed, lingering kisses that served as the perfect accompaniment to Saul’s unhurried movement in and out of his body.

Crank loved it when Saul went to town on his ass. He loved it when Saul pounded him into the mattress.

Saul’s languid thrusts and sensual kisses took Crank’s pleasure to new heights.

“Roll over,” Saul told him.

Crank flipped onto his back, and Saul raised his legs into the air, rolling his ass up off the bed and holding on to Crank’s ankles as he filled his hole with that thick cock. Saul gazed into Crank’s eyes, his face framed by Crank’s calves as he drove his dick all the way home.

Then Saul paused. “How does that feel?”

“Fucking awesome.” Crank’s voice cracked. He waited for Saul to sit back, to fuck him the way he usually did, both of them ending up covered in sweat.

Except it didn’t happen.

Saul covered Crank with his body and kissed him while he slid in and out, like they had all the time in the world. Crank held on to Saul with his legs, making him a prisoner, desperate to prolong this blissful experience that went far beyond their usual sexual encounters.

What made it all the headier were the smoking-hot looks Saul gave him as he made love to him, the constant kissing, the touching, the emotion in every gasp, every cry.

He wasconnectedto Saul, body, mind, and soul. And in that moment, Crank knew he truly loved his mates.

Saul raised himself up on his hands. “I’m close, but I want you with me when I come.”

Crank could only manage a nod before Saul picked up speed, and then both of them were hurtling toward the precipice, their breathing harsh, their chests heaving, Saul’s thrusts short and quick. Crank groaned as Saul filled him to the hilt, reveling in the delicious throb of Saul’s cock inside him. It was enough to push him into his own orgasm, warmth pulsing onto his belly, his body trembling.

Saul lowered his head and kissed him, his cock still wedged in Crank’s ass. He locked gazes with him. “That wasn’t exactly manhandling, was it?”

Crank smiled. “Fuck no. It was way better.”

“So it’s okay if we do this again?”

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