Page 92 of Tameron

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

I said nothing, but my hips shifted restlessly. I was starting to feel desperate for more. And a beat later, I thought maybe I would have to beg.

Just as my lips parted and I took a breath to make sure I was loud enough for him to hear me, his lips touched my skin. He kissed the right cheek of my ass, then moved closer and closer to where I wanted to feel him most.

“Please,” I grunted loudly when he pressed his lips against my hole.

The pressure was gone, and I cast a look behind my shoulder. Tameron was looking right at me. “What was that?”

“Me begging,” I told him.

He laughed. “Oh. Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“I know. Just…please, baby. I need your mouth. Need to feel you.”

He sucked in a breath, then nodded and dug his fingers into my ass, spreading it wide. I only had time to take in a single inhale before he dove down, and suddenly, his tongue was inside me. Letting out a soft cry, I buried my face in the pillow as he fucked my hole deeper, faster, one hand reaching between my legs to grip my dick.

He didn’t stroke me, which was the only reason I didn’t shoot my load into the sheets below me. He gripped the base hard as he tongue-fucked me, and it was only when I saw white that he let go.

“Oh fuck,” I managed to get out.

He kissed over my ass cheeks, down the crack, then dipped his head low to draw my balls past his lips. He was tender with me to the point that it made my gut ache and my legs lose strength. When he pulled away, I was entirely pliant, my body moving with his strong hands as he put me on my back, my legs still spread, thighs pressed to his hips.

“Hello,” he murmured.

I swallowed but couldn’t form words, so I lifted a hand to my forehead. ‘Hello.’

He grinned, leaned in, then pulled back. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t kiss you after I?—”

Gripping him by the back of his head, I tugged him all the way against me and kissed him furiously. “I don’t care. I don’t care,” I murmured against his lips.

He pulled back, his brows furrowed. “Again?”

“I don’t care,” I repeated carefully. “Tameron, I love you.”

“I guess I should eat your ass more often, huh?”

With a growl, I gripped his hair and held him fast. “You know that’s not why.”

His face softened. “I know. Day—baby. My love,” he said quietly. “I know.”

I kissed him again as his hand shifted to the side, reaching for something. Lube and a condom. I heard the snick of the cap, then felt his fingers back at my entrance. He pressed against it, probing a little. Testing. Waiting for permission.

“Do it.”

He let out his breath in a single exhale, then pushed two fingers inside me. I opened for him—easy and willing. He looked down at his hard cock, which was sitting right against mine, and thrust against me.

My chest went warm, my dick throbbing, spilling precum all over my lower stomach.

“Feels good inside you,” he said. “Different.”

I knew what he meant. Different from what he’d done before. Different from everything he knew. Better, but not because I was a man. Better because I was in love with him.

And he was in love with me.

“I want to feel you,” I said, gripping his hips. “Please.”

He nodded, his expression almost frantic as he struggled to open the condom wrapper. I took over for him, my hands marginally steadier than his own, and I got the condom rolled over his thick erection. He spread lube all over himself, thenlooked me directly in the eye as he positioned himself against me.

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