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He lifts his hips and barks at me to stop teasing him.
“So impatient.” I edge the tip inside him. “And so fucking tight.” His muscles squeeze around me, and white-hot pleasure sears my balls. Feeling him like this, without anything between us, is heaven.
“Christ,” he groans.
I press my mouth to his ear and sink a little deeper. “You like that?”
“Fuck,” he pants. “Yeah.”
I give him another inch, holding back despite wanting to slide all the way inside him. I know all too well that urgent need to be filled and how incredible it will feel for both of us when I go balls-deep. Top or bottom, being with King is entirely different from sex with anyone else. It’s more than a fleeting need forpleasure. It’s a deep, carnal longing that floods every cell of my body. “Such a good fucking boy the way you take my cock.”
“Fuck me, Mase.”
I hold back, my muscles vibrating and my cock aching to drive all the way inside. While I love the way he fucks me, this is when I feel most myself. “You want all of me?”
His hungry moan almost makes me give into him.
My lips rest against the shell of his ear. “I want to hear you beg.”
He lifts his hips, but I pull back, refusing to give him what he needs just yet. “Please, Mase!” he cries.
Oh, those words sound amazing on his lips. “You beg so fucking beautifully, babe.”
He presses his face into the pillow while I go on sliding half my cock in and out of his tight ass. His body trembles, and in this moment, I own him.
“Tell me who this ass belongs to and I’ll give you what you want.”
“You!” he yells, and as promised, I drive all the way inside him.
We both groan at the sensation of my thick cock filling up his tight ass. “It feels incredible fucking you bare.”
“Yeah,” he grunts, pulling me as close as possible with his hand on the back of my neck.
I kiss the sensitive spot beneath his ear, and then I nail him to the bed. I fuck him so hard the headboard clatters against the wall. He sucks in a ragged breath and shudders. “Jesus, fuck! I’m gonna come.” His muscles squeeze tight around my shaft. He sinks his face into the pillow and shouts my name.
“That’s my good fucking boy,” I growl, desperate now for my own release. It only takes a few more thrusts before my eyes roll back and my body lights up with pleasure. I grind my hips into his ass, filling him with my cum.
I lie on top of him, holding up some of my weight and resting my forehead between his shoulder blades. After I pull out of him, he rolls onto his side, forcing me to do the same so we’re facing each other once more. Then he hooks his leg over mine and pulls me against his body and his cum-covered abs.
He flashes me a wink. “That was something, Playboy. You feel better?”
“Yeah. Sixteen-year-old me is feeling pretty damn pleased with me.”
He does that thing where he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world who matters. “And what about thirty-five-year-old you?”
I dust my lips over his. “He’s feeling pretty pleased with himself too, considering how hard he made you come.”
He lets out a dark laugh. “Pretty sure I passed out for a second.”
I rest my hand on the side of his neck, and we lie here, nose-to-nose, breathing each other in. When I look at him, I no longer feel any hurt or anger. Nor when I think about what happened between us all those years ago. I believe he doesn’t know what his father did, and he’ll never find out from me. But one thing I can say for sure is that I can finally let it all go.
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
KING
Iwill never take for granted getting to wake up with Mason’s back against my chest, my arm wrapped around him, and my mouth tantalizingly close to his skin. Close enough to bite, lick, and taste whenever the hell I want to. I press a kiss on his shoulder blade, and he groans in his sleep.
