Page 159 of The Manny

He sighed. “Sorry. But you’re not going anywhere.”

I kissed his skin, inhaling his clean masculine scent. “You want to keep me all to yourself?”

“Damn right.”

I smiled happily, and climbed on top of him. He looked surprised, but he steadied me with his hands on my hips. “I guess you can’t live without me, huh?” I asked softly.

His hands tightened on me. “No. I can’t.”

I was surprised to feel his erection poking my ass. “You’re already hard again?” I whispered.

“You do that to me.” He licked his lower lip, and his hands moved from my hips to my ass. Holding my gaze, he spread my ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock to my hole. His gaze was intense and I shivered, feeling exposed and vulnerable as he slowly pushed inside me, inch by inch.

My mouth fell open when he bottomed out, and I groaned at the sensation of being stuffed full. He held me there, letting me feel how big he was. I whimpered as he throbbed inside of me, and every inch of my skin had goosebumps. I hissed when he began to move his hips, pulling in and out of me in a slow, mesmerizing rhythm.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, feeling my dick begin to harden.

His movements were slower and more deliberate than earlier. The first time around we’d been clumsy and hungry, this was him taking his time with me. Excitement spiked through me, and I began to rise and fall on his cock. The friction of his dick inside my body was breathtakingly sweet. I rolled my hips, controlling how deep his cock went, and his eyes glittered salaciously.

“Feel me inside you?” he rumbled.

“So good,” I whimpered.

His fingers dug into my thighs, as he thrust upward, sweat glistening on his forehead. I held his gaze, moving up and down on his dick, milking him with slow sensual movements.

“You’re going to make me come,” he rasped.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Shit, Thomas. Oh,fuck.” He gritted his teeth and started pumping into me. The muscles of his neck distended, as I watched his orgasm sweep over his face. His eyes glazed over and he cried out, as a warm flush of release filled me. It only took one stroke of my hand on my dick, and I splattered thick cream onto his heaving stomach. I kept moving up and down on him until his cock began to soften, and then I slipped off of him and laid down beside him.

We were both breathing hard, and I closed my eyes, enjoying little tremors of pleasure jolting through me every few seconds. When I at long last opened my eyes, Jack was watching me with an affectionate smile. My heart squeezed at the vulnerability I saw there. Gone was the guarded expression I’d grown so accustomed to seeing.

He touched my cheek. “Until I met you, I was resigned to a life alone.”

“Such a sad thought.”

He shrugged. “Well, to be frank, until I had you and Mia in my life, I didn’t know what I was missing.”

“I wasn’t much better. I thought I was fine, but in truth, I was lonely. You and Mia showed me what life could be. In those moments when you weren’t hiding yourself from me, those were some of the happiest times I can remember.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I couldn’t see sooner what was right in front of me.”

I frowned. “That’s the past. Let’s focus on this part instead.”

“Yes.” He nodded, and then said quietly, “It is weird though… to think that Jules’ death brought us together. Something good came from something so horrible.”

I stroked his arm, but didn’t speak.

“I wish I’d been a better brother. I wish I’d protected her.”

“You were a kid.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

His dejected tone made me sit up on one elbow. “Jack, you were there for Jules when she needed you most. You were there for Mia.”

He met my gaze. “I hope that’s enough.”

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