Page 50 of M.M. Scrooge
“Fuck, yeah, I can.”
Daniel is a living, breathing miracle, and no one will ever convince me otherwise. Not that it would be any hardship to jack him off, but it’s so hot holding him like this. I don’t want to let go. Want to be inside him forever.
But the cliff is coming for us both. We’re dangling on the edge.
I need him to come first.
Gripping a fistful of his hair, I tug his head back to mouth at his neck.
He cries out gibberish. Grunting, he clenches around me and shudders. So tight. So good. I fuck him through it, milking him for every drop of cum he spurts between us, warm on our bellies. Then I join him, a few deep thrusts, a gasping breath of air, and my orgasm takes me for a ride. I fill the condom, hot and heavy. Daniel holds me firm, keeps me grounded, even as I fly away.
Together, we pant and tremble. My weight crushes his chest as it rises and falls, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t let go. His breath is warm against my ear. Mine dampens the skin of his throat.
Gently I lift myself off him. Got to ditch the condom, but wow, I don’t want to move, possibly ever again. But I do. I take care of the condom, tie off the end, and look for the trashcan.
Daniel heaves a great big sigh. “Bathroom’s over there.” He points, then his arm flops lazily back to the bed.
A warm laugh rumbles in my chest. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any cuter, somehow, he does.
I press a quick kiss to his mouth and force myself off the bed. I toss the condom and turn on the hot faucet. While I wait for it to warm up, I search for a towel.
My whole body is buzzing. A deeply satisfied pleasure makes my limbs heavy and my brain slow.
Daniel’s bathroom is clean but a bit messy. The surfaces and floor are obviously washed, but his clothes and toiletries are haphazardly strewn around. Why is that cute too? I don’t know. I just like everything about him.
I find a washcloth, wet it, and shut off the faucet.
Daniel’s sprawled across the bed, belly covered in cum, hair damp with sweat. He looks gorgeous, all fucked out and sleepy.
He bats his eyelashes at me knowingly. “Come to clean me off?”
“I don’t know. I really like you dirty.”
“I really like you dirty too.” He laughs, and his cheeks flush.
I sit next to him and wipe him down. Even after everything we’ve just done together, there’s something deeply intimate about cleaning him. My chest warms, and my stomach flutters. I wipe myself off as well and cast the cloth aside. Daniel clearly doesn’t care about a little clutter.
I want to tuck him in, wrap him in my arms, and fall asleep with my nose in his hair. “You still want me to stay?”
He nods, but his expression turns vulnerable. “Unless you don’t want to.”
I’m quick to reassure him. “I definitely want to.”
Daniel opens his arms. “Then come here.”
I can’t believe I’m going to get exactly what I want. Falling into his arms is easy. Snuggling up with him feels natural.
Before closing my eyes, a thought occurs, and I grin. I can’t resist asking, “Any chance you like being spanked?”
Daniel’s sweet chuckle vibrates against my side. “I have no idea. Sounds fun. You want to spank me?”
“I want to do everything with you.”
“Well, we’re off to a very nice start.”
I ruffle my nose in his hair and drop a kiss behind his ear. “The best.”
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