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“You’re not being very good, Gary. If you come, I can’t keep playing with you.”

Pleading with his eyes, he whined, but he couldn’t say shit, which was both awesome and a little annoying. I loved listeningto his babbling pleas when he got close. Oh well. He could be louder when we were on our honeymoon. Because hell yes, I was taking us on a honeymoon. It was an excuse to take a vacation, and no one would argue with you if you spent most of it in your room having sex. Why the hell not?

Gary’s dick was still twitching, despite giving him a minute. I pretended to think for a moment. “Hmm… I wonder if there’s anything else in the box that might help.”

He watched curiously as I pulled out a few things I wasn’t going to play with until later. Nipple clamps, a silicone ass, and even a shower attachment to the toy we’d play with tonight. But amongst it all was a cock ring that would help him out. When I showed it to him, he actually looked relieved, and it took work not to laugh. I never laughed at Gary’s inexperience. I wasn’t that messed up. And I loved that he was so eager to try everything with me.

Lubing up the ring, I slipped it over his dick and carefully adjusted it to hold his balls as well. It wouldn’t stop him from coming, but it’d delay things.

“Better?”

He drew in a slow breath and nodded, drawing his legs back up to give me access to his hole again. It was so fucking hot when he gave in so easily.

He moaned and writhed while I stretched him, but he didn’t get close to coming again. And when I pushed inside him, he only tensed once before relaxing.

“Good boy. Now we get to play with the toy.”

Gary had closed his eyes when I was entering him, probably to concentrate on not getting too excited. They flew open when I reminded him about the toy. His gaze jerked to where it rested by his hip, and he looked both nervous and really fucking excited. I grinned.

“Should I be jealous about how excited you are?” I thrust my hips, reminding him of who was inside him. He shook his head wildly with a moan and wrapped his legs around my hips. I could make him come like this, but it would be more fun to watch him lose his mind with the toy.

I paused my movement, watching his face as I lined the toy up and pushed his dick inside. His eyes actually crossed and he let out a muffled scream, his hips pumping immediately, seeking more friction. And I was happy to give it to him.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

GARY

Oh god,oh god, oh god.

Every time I thought sex couldn’t get better, Easton proved me wrong. With every thrust of his hips, my erection was pushed into the toy again, flooding me with so much pleasure, I couldn’t see straight. I felt like all my nerves were lit up with pleasure, and when Easton picked up the pace, I almost cried from the pleasure overload. I couldn’t make much noise with the gag, except for a near constant keen as another wave of pleasure swept through me.

It felt like we’d barely started and we’d been going for hours when I felt that tingle at the base of my spine. I couldn’t fight it even if I wanted to. One more perfect peg to my prostate while my cock slid into the toy sent me over the edge with a scream. My body felt like a live wire, sparking electricity exploding over every inch of my body. My back arched as I rode it out, practically sobbing with relief when Easton came with a shout. He pulled the toy off, sending one last wave of pleasure shivering up my spine and then dropped himself on top of me.

I wasn’t lying before when I said I liked him lying on top of me. After such an intense climax, I needed his weight to keep me from floating away. He only moved far enough to untie my hands and pull the gag off before dropping his head onto my chest with a groan.

“I feel like I’m gonna like being married to you.”

Coming off the heels of such an intense release, I wasn’t prepared for the wave of emotion that crashed over me with that statement. Elation made my chest tight and my eyes water. I had to hug his head against my chest to keep him from seeing me fall apart like a big baby.

“I can tell you’re crying, Gary,” he mumbled against my chest, prying my arms off his head so he could look up at me. “Explain.”

“It’s nothing,” I reassured him. “I’m just happy. Ignore me.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not gonna happen. What do you need?”

And he said he didn’t understand emotions. I thought he did just fine. At least he understood me.

“Just hold me. And maybe stop saying cute things right after making me come my brains out. I don’t have the mental faculties to handle it right now.”

His body shook with his laughter as he laid back down. We’d regret falling asleep without cleaning up first, but neither of us was willing to move after all that. Easton fell asleep first, rolling onto his back and snoring. I snickered, making a mental note to tell him in the morning. I curled against his side, resting my head on his chest, and relaxed.

Way back when I was still a teen, trapped in an unhappy home as the unwanted child, I would dream of finding someone who loved me and wanted forever with me. When I found Easton, I kept waiting for the bottom to drop out, or for me to wake up and find out it was all a dream. That never happened. Instead, he claimed me for himself and dragged me into hisworld, full of light, fun, and friendship. And when he asked me to stay, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, I’d stay by his side forever.

My Easton.

My Solace.

My Chaos Monster with the biggest heart.

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