Page 45 of Mayfly

“No.” I can barely hear him. “It wasn’t.”

“Not good enough—“

Jude slams his fist on the desk. “I—“, he gasps for breath. “I did what you said.“

I release the belt, and Jude’s head drops to the table.

I step back, grip just below the head of my cock, and push into Jude’s ass.

His back arches and his shoulders rise from the desk.

The feeling of my crown being sucked inside by his tightness has me hunching forward as well.

Hands beside Jude’s hips, I drive forward with no regard for him because it feels too fucking good. But that’s the point, isn’t it? He wanted me to lose control.

Drawing back, I slam into him again and the desk screeches along the floor.

This time he cries out, but I wrap both hands around his mouth and use it as leverage.

His moans vibrate against my hands.

“Fuck,” I groan—my head falling back limply. “Why do you feel so good?”

It was supposed to be rhetorical, but he grabs my hands and pries them away from his mouth.

“Because—” He coughs and clenches around me.

It’s too much.

I let go of him completely and pull out.

“Put it back in,” he mumbles down towards the desk.

I run my fingers up from Jude’s taint, then grip the back of his neck.

I glance down to line myself up, but—just as much a whore for me as I am for him—he reaches back, grabs my hips with both hands, and impales himself on my cock.

“Goddamn it,” I grunt—linking my arms under his to grip the front of his shoulders and pull him back against my chest. Locked between me and the desk, Jude has no choice but to stand there and take my pace as I drill into him with all my strength.

The sound of wet skin slapping increases.

Weak sobs mix with lustful whines.

The damage is done.

I could do anything to him now.

I reach for his cock.

His head falls back onto my shoulder.

“It’s… It’s you… You.”

“I know, baby.” I flatten my hand to his chest.

“No… You… It’s…” he struggles between my jarring thrusts. “Itwasyou… Itisyou.”

Slowing down but never stopping, I turn his face towards me. His eyes are drunk and his lips are red from where he's beenbiting them. “Fuck you look beautiful,” I tell him, then lick across his jaw to his mouth. “It’s you too, baby.”

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