Page 39 of Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

Carson’s thighs trembled.

“Zach, I can’t, fuck, my legs are already, God how do you find that so fast, from the weights, I can’t—” Carson couldn’t think straight, let alone get a coherent sentence out, with the combination of Zach’s tongue and fingers inside him. His legs were jelly from the presses. He’d done more weight than usual, and he couldn’t hold himself up for this. But Zach seemed to understand, as more and more of Carson’s weight fell onto him. Those large hands circled his waist and held him firmly as Zach rose behind him.

“You need help, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly, nibbling at Carson’s neck. Carson let himself fall against the broad chest as he nodded, unable to speak thanks to the hand tugging on his cock.

“Stand up,” Zach breathed into his ear, taking his hands away from Carson’s body. Carson did as he was told, and Zach spun him around so they were facing each other. His arm snaked past Carson’s head to retrieve the condom he’d brought in, and he held it out between them.

“Care to do the honors again?”

Carson took the packet and immediately found his back against the cold tile with Zach’s mouth on his. He ground against him, rubbing their cocks together, and Carson whimpered. His brain shut down, forgetting where they were, and all he could focus on was the feel of Zach’s body against his, of how perfectly they fit together, how right it felt to be with him.

“I’m about to pick you up and fuck you through this wall, and if you want protection you better hurry with that condom, kid,” he rumbled, and Carson gasped.

“Fuck, okay, wait, Jesus, I’ve got it.” He fumbled with the wet foil, finally using his teeth to tear it open.

“Good boy,” Zach purred in his ear, stroking Carson’s cock as Carson sheathed Zach.

“Please,” he panted.

“Please what?” Zach asked as he grabbed Carson’s ass and lifted. Carson could hear the teasing, the amusement in the asshole’s voice. This fucker was playing with him, and damn it, he wasn’t too far gone that he couldn’t give it back. He wasn’t—this man didn’t completely shut down Carson’s brain with the effortless way he manhandled him. He didn’t, and he’d prove it, damn him. He wrapped his legs around Zach’s back and angled his hips so that he could feel Zach’s cock pressed against his hole.

“Fuck me, daddy,” he begged, and the groan that came from Zach as he drove himself into Carson absolutely didn’t wrap around his heart and settle there, because that would be ridiculous. You couldn’t fall in love with someone after just a few hours and one night together.

“Christ, yes,” Zach moaned as he thrust relentlessly into him, his mouth drawing as much pleasure as his cock as he bit and sucked at Carson’s neck and chest. He’d have to wear a damn turtleneck at work tomorrow for God’s sake if he wanted to hide the marks, and it sent a thrill through him. He wrapped an arm around Zach’s shoulders to hang on as he reached down to stroke himself.

“Fuck, it’s like your ass was made just for me. You take me so well, sweetheart. So good for me. Maybe one day I’ll fill you up with my cum, watch it run out of you as you lie there begging me to let you come. How does that sound?”

A high-pitched keening sound rose from his throat.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes, anything you want, please, don’t stop.”

“You like being my dirty little boy? Is that it?”

Carson clung to Zach, unable to do much else. If someone had told him he’d have a thing for an older man, and would get off on calling him daddy and would turn into an incoherent mess on his dick, he’d have laughed until he couldn’t breathe. Yet here he was, and it was happening, and as his orgasm tore through him, he found it impossible for any of the situation to bother him, especially when Zach gave him the best orgasms of his life.

A moment later Zach grunted and his body stilled as he came. They remained that way for a few breaths, Carson’s back pressed almost painfully into the wall with Zach’s face buried in his neck, until at last—but still all too soon—Zach pulled out with a stifled groan. Carson made no move to unlock his legs, and Zach didn’t correct that. Instead, he lifted his head to meet Carson’s gaze.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again until you give me your phone number.”

Carson’s breath caught in his throat.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about you since I woke up alone in that hotel. If we are living in the same damn city now, you better fucking believe that I intend to keep you this time.”

His face must not have caught up with his brain and his stupid heart, because Zach’s face started to fall, eyes losing their softness, and he started to put distance between their bodies in preparation for setting him down. Carson tightened his legs and he cupped the strong jaw, thumbs stroking over the soft beard.

“I would love to be kept by you. Daddy.”

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