Page 58 of Pit Stop

“Just thinking,” I say, and he sighs, his lips trailing over my neck and making my dick throb. The way I want to fuck him. All the time.

It’s abnormal.

I’ve never been this consumed by someone else.

“You want to talk about it?” he says, his voice still sleepy.

“No, go back to sleep.”

He wiggles on top of me, and I can tell when he notices my hard cock because he starts to grind against it. Seems he’s just as horny for it.

“Skye,” I grunt, my hands all over him. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I know. I can feel it.”

He wiggles some more and then sits up, straddling my hips.

“I think I’m just gonna sit on it for a minute. Just get it out of our systems.”

“Yeah, all right,” I say as he searches for the lube. When he finds it, he squirts some on his fingers and works it into his ass.I watch it all, smelling the scent of his pheromones and slick, listening to his soft sighs as he works himself open.

It should be me opening him up, me pressing my fingers inside of him, me making him gasp. I’m possessive of him. It’s more than the bond. It’s so much more.

I remove his hand and replace his fingers with mine. He moans, and I feel that sound all the way in my cock. The need he has for it, the way he feels.

The lust.

It makes me even harder.

I scissor him open and his fingers curl into my chest. Fuck. Yes. Skye.

My Skye.

He crawls up a few inches, my fingers slipping from him only to be replaced by my cock. He sinks onto it slowly, taking me inch by inch. I feel it, the way his rim stretches around my length, the way his body relaxes and shivers.

I feel everything he does.

The bond. Fucking incredible. He may not know that I do. I try to hide it so when this ends, he can move on, but fuck. I can feel him. He’s a part of me.

My hands slip to his waist, and I pull him further onto me, impaling him. His mouth opens on a cry, and then he sighs when I’m balls-deep in him. He engulfs me, completely, effortlessly. His chin tilts down, and our eyes meet.

“So fucking good,” he says as he presses down on my chest and lifts himself up, my cock dragging out of his wet hole before pushing into him once more. Over and over again, he rides me, his eyes never leaving mine. He must feel the way I do.

It’s intimate. Intense.

“Can you feel me?” he asks, leaning forward and brushing his nose against my cheek.

“Yeah. I fucking can, Skye-light. You feel incredible.”

“It feels so good.”

“Mm.” Our mouths collide, our lips brushing, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as I bend my knees and tunnel into him. Fuck, this guy, my mate. Everything is centered on him. I try to control my emotions, but this bond is making it hard for me to keep my cool.

I want to keep him.

I want him forever.

He groans as I piston in and out of him, and the way he tightens around me as he erupts is like a drug. The scent of his cum, of his slick, of his sweat makes me fall over the edge, filling him up and marking him as mine once more.

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