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Man, my dick has never looked bigger. It’s like an optical illusion at one of those fun houses. Sucking in a breath, I bring my tip to his pucker again.

When I press forward, Murph presses back. There’s too much resistance, just as I thought. How did they do this in his porn?

I’m ready to throw in the towel and accept this wasn’t meant to be, but his hand reaches back. He grips my thigh and doubles down on his thrust.

Oh, no. He’s going to break my dick. What is he thinking? It’ll be like a battering ram hitting a wall.

“Murph, I think—”

Holy shit. By the power of Lasso Ted, he just swallowed my tip!

Was that the trick he was talking about? His ring just gave way and pulled me in like a portal. A tight, hot, greedy portal.

The carnal sound he lets out has me tensing. “Was that… a good noise… or a bad noise?”

His body is constricting me so much, I can barely form words.

“Good.” It comes out all throaty and half-possessed sounding. If his head spins around, I don’t care how good this feels. I’m out of here. “Work your way… in now,” he pants.

Fuuuck. I might die if I do. Now that I know I haven’t broken him or myself, my body is demanding I give him what he’s asking for.

Shut up, body. This is Murph. You can’t plow him like a field.

Exhaling, I try to think of disgusting things and run my hands in soft caresses over the tense muscles in his back.

Badgers.

Sea-Monkeys.

Little fellas decked out in flair who wear buttons and touch people too much.

It’s not really working. He feels too damn good. I don’t know how long I can be a gentleman.

With each gentle nudge of my hips, he captures me centimeter by centimeter until a bead of sweat dribbles down my temple. Each of his little grunts sends a zip of electricity through me. Finally, my pelvis brushes against his cheeks.

I’m there. I made it.

Shit. He’s like a cock furnace, hugging me in a death grip that has me wanting to come. I don’t know what’s more surreal—that I’m inside my best friend or the overwhelming feelings in my chest. I feel like I’m both at his funeral and the day he was born. Is my freaking life flashing before my eyes from this dick squeeze? I could almost cry.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the back of his neck. I have the overwhelming urge to thank him. He’s panting and letting out soft groans with every exhale.

“Are you good?” I whisper.

“You havenoidea how good. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

I’ve never been better, but I’m still hesitant to believe him. Sliding my hand around his hip, I slip it over his cock. He’s hard, so he must be finding some pleasure in this. I give him a stroke and am greeted by a kiss of precum when I reach his tip. His back rumbles underneath my chest. He rocks forward and then back, exploding a burst of delicious tingles through my lower half.

I have no idea how long he’s going to be interested in messing around with a bumbling ‘straight guy’ like me, nor do I understand how this can feel good for him, but I’m carefully going to live in the moment.

Slowly, I start to move my hips, stroking his cock. It feels like a free fall into an abyss of his scent, his warmth, and his sounds. I always thought we were close, but I’ve never felt so close to him. It’s like he’s an extension of my soul at the moment.

I hope he doesn’t go back to Seattle for a long, long, long, long time.

CHAPTER 26

Murphy

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