Page 68 of The Marriage Policy

The second the head is inside him, I almost die. Literally. Why the fuck is my heart beating so fast? Why does it feel like I’m going to lose control?

He sinks lower, his ass squeezing me. It’s so fucking hot and tight inside him. “God, D. How could we have waited so long to do this? I’m not all the way in yet, and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Your ass…fuck, tightest hole I’ve ever been in. I’m so glad there’s nothing between us, so glad I get to take you raw. I want to come inside you so fucking bad.” I’m rambling but can’t seem to stop the words. I’m feeling a million different things at once, all of them good. It’s making random shit just fall out of my mouth. I’m lucky I’m making any sense at all, considering it doesn’t feel like my brain even has the capability to work right now.

“You too. Jesus, your cock is so fucking big. You have no idea how much I needed this.”

“From me?” I ask, craving the words.

“Yes. From you. I need your cock.” Donovan lowers himself all the way down, doesn’t stop until he’s stuffed full of me, his ass against my thighs.

We cry out together in unison, and my balls almost empty immediately.

“Best hole I’ve ever had.” My palm skates up his sweat-slicked body. “Now ride him, husband.”

Donovan’s pupils flare wide, and a second later he’s moving, rising and lowering on my dick. Milking me, squeezing me with his ass. His body feels like it was made to pleasure mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that nothing else could ever feel this good. Best-friend sex is hands down the best sex. Why doesn’t everyone in the world do this?

His hands rest on my pecs, nails digging in as he moves on me. I thrust up and into him, dying as I delve into all that perfect heat.

“Fuck, you know how to take a cock,” I tell him, but then amend, “My cock. You know how to take my cock so fucking well, don’t you?”

“Yes. God, I love taking your cock. Love to be fucked.”

“By whom? Whom do you love to be fucked by?”

“You,” he rasps, voice husky and needy.

I keep fucking into him, go fast and then slow, doing my best to make it last. I nearly blow when Donovan looks down at me, when he gives me a shy smile, while he’s working my cock like a fucking pro. He’s so goddamned cute. So sweet and hot and perfect. Even after all these years, it still amazes me that I’m lucky enough to have him as my best friend.

“Shit. Right there. You’re hitting my spot,” he says, which honestly, makes me see stars and feel like a million dollars. Yep, that’s me, hitting my best friend’s spot.

I fuck into him while Donovan rides me.

I spit in my hand, wrap it around his length, and stroke him. I’m so close, my body teetering on the edge, but I need to make Donovan come before I do, need to see him lose himself to his release, before I fill him with my cum.

“Good God. Yes. Right there. Fuck, babe. I’m gonna come. I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Give it to me.” I swear I fucking need it.

Donovan drops his head back, his neck long and surprisingly pretty. He keeps moving on my dick, taking it into his body, and then his ass squeezes my dick, constricts so tightly around it. His cock jerks in my hand, balls tight as the first shot of his release hits my stomach.

I feel like I’m falling, this free fall that’s exhilarating and so much pleasure, I can drown in it. My body tenses, and he shoots again, ass like a vise around me. I can’t stop myself any longer, it’s all too much, too good. The room spins, my balls emptying in long spurt after spurt inside Donovan. I’m cominginsidehis body, shooting into him, filling him with my release, and that makes me feel so fucking incredible.

Seconds later, we’re both breathing heavily, spent. I lick Donovan’s cum from my hand. He’s a little cum fiend for me, but I’m definitely one for him too. My dick softens, and he eventually climbs off me. I miss the feel of his body instantly. “Come back here.”

“I’m just getting something to wipe us up real quick.” He goes into the en suite, leaving the door open, and I watch as he uses a washcloth to clean himself up.

“I can’t believe my cum is inside you.”

Donovan chuckles, but something sounds slightly off about it.

“Are you okay?” I ask when he brings another washcloth back and begins wiping me down.

“Yes.”

“I can do that,” I tell him.

“I like to do it.”

“Well, I like to take care of you too, and you didn’t let me. Next time, you stay in bed, and I’ll lick you all clean and then wipe you up afterward too.” I really do like to show him how much he means to me. It’s one of the reasons I like cooking for him so much.

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