Page 73 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

“I’ll enjoy it even more when I see your face buried in his crack.”

Roadkill shook his head. “You’re one bossy woman.”

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Ain’t that the truth?

Roadkill stood behind Hashtag, pulled his cheeks apart, and gave a cautious lick over his pucker.

“More,” Eve said before claiming Hashtag’s mouth in another heated kiss.

Roadkill swept over Hashtag’s hole with a flat tongue, his hand on Hashtag’s dick, tugging it as he licked and sucked.

Eve’s eyes widened, and she stroked Hashtag’s hair. “Holy hell, you like that, don’t you?” Then she chuckled. “Scrap that—you both do.”

It was one hell of a revelation for Roadkill too.

Hashtag moaned, and Roadkill grinned. “Let’s see if he likes this.” He brought the flat of his hand downsmackon Hashtag’s ass, and there was no mistaking his reaction. Another moan fell from Hashtag’s lips, but the groan of pleasure that filled Roadkill’s head was even louder. Precum was still dripping onto the comforter in a steady trickle.

He’s ready.

I was ready at first lick,Hashtag groused.

“Flip over and scoot up the bed a little,” Roadkill instructed. Hashtag rolled onto his back, and Eve hooked her arms under his pits to hoist him toward the headboard until his head was in her lap. She bent over to kiss him while Roadkill grabbed the lube and slicked up.

Eve’s right. I know there were no surprises on your last physical. Roadkill grinned.I saw the results, remember? Just like you saw mine. And it’s been months since—

“For fuck’s sake, hurry up and put it in me,” Hashtag cried out.

Roadkill climbed onto the bed, knelt at Hashtag’s ass, and eased into his body, unwilling to rush. He wanted to savor this, to burn the moment into his memory.Our first time.

Hashtag’s gaze met his, and he nodded, mouth open.

Roadkill bit his lip. “So tight,” he murmured.

“So deep,” Hashtag murmured back.

“I can go deeper,” Roadkill said with a grin.

Hashtag’s eyes flashed. “Do it.” Roadkill filled him to the hilt, and Hashtag’s eyes rolled back. “Aw fuck.” Eve stroked his chest and stomach while Roadkill settled into a steady rhythm, hips rolling as he moved in and out, at times withdrawing completely, then spearing his dick deep into Hashtag’s body.

Eve’s hand was on Roadkill’s thigh.How does it compare to fucking with a condom?

He laughed.No comparison. This is awesome. It’s feels as if….He struggled to find a suitable analogy.It’s like I’m swimming in you, and it’s warm, and comforting, and….Roadkill bent down and kissed him.I love it.

Hashtag’s hand was on his neck, his gaze fixed on Roadkill’s eyes.I love it too.

Eve leaned over, grasped Hashtag’s ankles, and pulled them toward her, rolling his ass up off the bed. Roadkill leaned forward, his lips meeting Eve’s in a slow kiss while he picked up the pace, driving his shaft all the way home, relishing the noises that poured from Hashtag’s mouth, the sensations that assaulted Roadkill, leaving him in no doubt as to how much Hashtag was loving every fucking minute.

He wrapped his hand around Hashtag’s cock and worked it in time with his thrusts, hips bucking now, not languid but impassioned, not fluid but frantic, his own orgasm within sight.

“How do you feel?” he demanded as he fucked Hashtag with deep strokes.

“Full,” he moaned.

Roadkill withdrew, his gaze locked on Hashtag’s face. “Whose hole is this?”

“Yours.”

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