Page 85 of Trade Deadline

With a satisfied grin, I do as instructed and settle on my stomach, pushing my ass up teasingly in the air and giving it a little wiggle.

I wince slightly when his hand connects with my ass, hard enough to leave a mark, and then gives my cheeks a firm squeeze before spreading them apart.

“Your hole is one of my favorite places to be,” he admits, and the next thing I know, his tongue is tracing the puckered skin.

“Blaine,” I whine, pushing my hips up to try and get closer.

Thwack.

Another crack of his palm meets my flesh.

“Stop rushing me. I wanna take my time so I can enjoy the taste of you,” he demands.

I grind my achingly hard length against the sheets, seeking relief. My eyes roll to the back of my head from the rough sensation of his stubble against my skin and the sheets against the underside of my cock—combined with Blaine’s wicked tongue spearing inside my hole, I’m on the edge of oblivion. His grumbling voice sends vibrations up my spine while murmurs a mix offucking delicious, my favorite, this is mine, you are mine.

And I am his. Completely and wholly.

Gripping onto the bed sheets, my body trembles at his heavenly assault.

“Please, Blaine,” I moan. “I need you.”

With his fingers still buried deep inside me, he moves up my body and flicks his tongue over my ear lobe, tugging it between his teeth as his cock grinds against my crease.

“You want me to fuck you?”

I give a shaky nod. “Please.”

“You want me to fuck you so hard you can barely sit tomorrow?”

I nod again, whimpering.

“My fucking pleasure,” he growls.

He removes his fingers, and I let out a cry at the loss.

My entire body quivers with need. I’m so desperate for release, but at the same time, I want this heightened sensation to last forever.

The crinkling sound of foil ripping followed by the click of the lube bottle cap opening filter through the blood pounding in my ears. He applies the lube to my hole and then yanks my hips up, pulling me onto my hands and knees. I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly when the thick head of his cock is met with resistance from the tight ring of muscle.

Blaine smooths his hands up my spine as he pushes in inch by slow inch, pulling out before pushing back in again, making me feel everything as he eases into me. When he’s deep inside to the root, his balls pressing up against my taint, he leans over me, his hot breath panting in my ear causes me to shiver. It feels amazing.

“I love being inside of you, how you take every inch of me so perfectly. It’s like you were made for me.”

I angle my head up to face him, taking his lips in a desperate kiss. Our tongues tangle in aggressive strokes as he begins to piston his hips, his cock hitting my prostate with perfect precision, causing my toes to curl up tight. I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside of me.

The room fills with the sound of his balls slapping against me with every thrust and our ragged breaths between ravenous kisses.

There is nothing, and no one, that could diminish the sizzling chemistry between us.

Blaine moves to take my cock in his hand, stroking me. Sweat trickles down my neck, and my orgasm sizzles at the base of my spine. “I’m gonna come.” I moan.

Blaine presses his lips against the shell of my ear, his tickling breath only adding fuel to the fire when he whispers, “Come for me, baby.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

My balls draw up, and with a strangled moan, I spill into his hand and onto his sheets. My muscles ripple around his solid flesh.

“Fuck! Alex!” Blaine roars.

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