Page 83 of Obsidian and Frost
“Fucking… fuck…” I breathed at the intense pressure bearing down around me.
I pushed in further and a strangled cry of bliss escaped him, the sound rolling right through me and making my cock pulse.
I sawed in and out with slow, shallow thrusts, opening him up, feeling him relaxing very nicely… so fucking marvelously.
“Absolutely flawless… the way you feel… the way you’re letting me in… fuck me… this desperate little ass… ungh, Lazriel.”
He twisted to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes shining at my words.
“Say my name again like that.”
“Like what?” I teased.
“Dripping with sex.”
A dark chuckle escaped me. “Lazriel.”I slammed in all the way then and he roared as I hit that sweet spot again, this time grinding against it, and making his thighs shake for me.
Sure enough, as I kept it up, he was panting in my ear within moments, rolling his hips almost violently, riding my cock as I found a steady rhythm, fucking him deep and dirty.
“More… shit…more!”
“Fuck, yes,” I growled at his ear, a moment before I began pounding into him, drilling down on that perfect spot that had him cursing out into the room, bucking against me.
Pleasure surged, tearing through me and I dug my fingers into his hips.
He roared and came all over the shower door, spurting and spurting.
I kept going and he didn’t stop riding my cock at the same time, wanting more, wanting to milk every fucking moment of this, every ounce of delirious pleasure.
He suddenly reached back and squeezed my balls, rolling and pinching.
And that bite of pain was it—one step too far—and I came deep in his ass with a grunt.
“Ah… yeah…fuck… that’s it,” I choked, as I filled him up.
He trembled and clutched tighter at my neck, just as he came again, seconds later, coating the glass.
I took a few moments to bask in it, then I slipped from him.
The moment I did, he turned to face me, his chest brushing mine.
“Holy shit,” he said, grinning at me, his eyes shining in wonder.
I chuckled. “Good, huh?”
“More than.”
“How do you feel?”
He answered me by throwing his arms around me and nuzzling his head against my chest, the sudden weight knocking me back against the shower wall.
I clutched his bicep and stroked his hair with my free hand, smiling at his vulnerable reaction.
His honest and amazingly earnest reaction.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve fucking got you now.”
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