Page 91 of Overstaying His Welcome

It had been far too long.

Between his kidnapping, the healing that came after, the strike from Lune and Pratt, and then him mother henning me from being drugged, we’d gone the longest without being together since we met.

He didn’t have to say a word for me to know he’s losing steam. It was in the way his hand has slowed, and his upper body has dropped into the pillows below him.

I reached out, snagging his wrist. “I’m going to take over. Be sure to spread those fingers for me. I need room to fit.”

Tank nodded against the bed, mumbled pleas falling from his lips. I take control then. My grip on his wrist was firm as I pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in.

It was his fingers in his ass, yet I’m the one in control. The speed, the pressure. It was all me.

With the type of precision that came from knowing your partner for as long as we have, I edged him within an inch of his life. He panted and moaned, his body arching this way and that to fight from coming.

He knows what will happen if he goes too soon.

“Baby,” I coo. “What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?”

“No! God, please, no!”

“You don’t have to start praying. I’ll take care of everything you need.”

I yanked his fingers free and flipped him onto his back. While he blinked against the sudden change, I stripped out of my clothes. I didn’t even try to make it sexy. My only focus was on getting naked and inside him.

“Lube?” I questioned.

His hand waved at the nightstand where a slim bottle sits. I don’t know how I missed it.

Maybe because I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

I covered myself from base to tip, stroking as I kept a steady eye on him. His cock bounced between his legs, proud and ready for my touch.

Climbing on the bed, I told him, “Raise your knees, baby.”

He moved in a heartbeat, his knees damn near at his ears. I never understood how the man could be so flexible.

Not that I was complaining.

I appreciated and enjoyed every bit of his ability.

“I’m ready,” Tank grunted as I lined myself up.

Pressing in him felt like coming home. It was a warm, tight squeeze that damn near had me blowing my load before we even got started.

This was where I needed to be.

This was perfect.

This was mine.

“Fuck!”

He nodded frantically as I pulled back and pressed in even further. The slow strokes worked to seat me deeper inside him.

And then once I knew he’d fully adjusted, I took off.

I fucked him as if I hated him. Or maybe like he’d been gone for years, and we’d just been reunited. I fucked him until my spine burned with the need to come. Until my eyes watered as the love I felt for him so perfectly reflected back at me.

And even after that, I kept pushing through. I bit my lip to hold back just a little longer. I couldn’t come before him.

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