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Then he reaches my arms and rubs my biceps, working his fingers around my now relaxed body. All thoughts have disappeared,leaving my head blissfully empty. When he moves to my shoulders and the base of my neck, I groan.
“Better?” he asks a while later, while concentrating on my ass cheeks. I grunt. My dick is too relaxed to react, but I feel a slight tingle in my balls.
“So you just wanted to grope my ass?” I slur.
“Groping should be actively encouraged during a massage.” I can clearly see the roguish grin he’s sporting with his sparkling gaze, even though my eyes are closed.
“I’ll be sure to tell Phil next time. Hey!” I lift my head as the pain spreads on my left ass cheek from Ramiel’s pinch.
“Oops, my hand slipped,” he lies, but I kind of like his sparks of jealousy. He slides higher on my back until his cock is right on my ass. “I’ll be your private masseuse from now on. Charge free.”
He grabs my butt cheeks and spits before placing his hard length right in the wet crack. He leans down, holding himself on his hands and starts using my ass to jerk off. “I just need my happy ending,” he pants.
His heavy breaths are right in my ear. Every time he thrusts, he strokes his dick over my hole, waking up all the nerves around that area. My cock turns to steel in under a second. I grab the back of his hair hard as I start humping the mattress, and at the same time, pressing against his cock more roughly.
“Fuck yes! Your ass is fucking amazing,” he moans. I love how loud he can be during sex.
“Yours as well, Red.”
“It’s tender as fuck, but all I want is to feel your big dick in me again.”
A growl tears from me before I push him off me, shove his body to the mattress, and mount him from behind. I find the bottle of oil on the sheets and pour some on my fingers and dick. I work his hole just for a minute, while he whimpers and begs me to fuck him hard.
“Grab my hair,” he cries.
I grip a handful, arching his back while my cock slides all the way inside. Fucking heaven. I push deeper, grinding my balls against him. I’m pinning him to me using my dick, the urge to never let him go pulsing inside my veins.
Will I ever get fed up of fucking his vise-like perfect cunt?
He cries out when I start hammering my hips.
For now, I’m going to come balls deep, so fucking deep inside that a part of me will never leave him.
When I wake up a few hours later, the other side of my bed is empty. I can see the sky is still bright blue through the curtains, the white clouds looking fluffy.
I drop my head on the pillow. We ate a couple of sandwiches before falling asleep—I’ve never seen someone enjoying mayo and ham like that before.
I woke up some time later to go to the bathroom. When I came back, I found Ramiel sprawled out on the bed, the sheets piled up in a messy heap at his feet, his hair sticking up in all directions, alabaster skin covered in bite marks and bruises. He looked well fucked and…adorable. His freckled body reminds me of a bright and peaceful starry night sky. I stared at his sleeping form before I climbed into the bed and pulled him into my arms, his back pressed flush to my front. He didn’t wake up. I buried my nose in his neck, and then pushed my cock back into his loose, still wet hole. He moaned and pressed his ass closer, letting my dick slide deeper. Then he grabbed my hand and kept dreaming.
I didn’t fuck him. I just felt the extreme need to be inside him. His ass took me so damn well and held me so snugly and deep while I fell asleep. The memory makes me warm all over, and there’s nothing remotely fucking sexual about it.Being with himfeels stronger than the attraction simmering between us. The overwhelming lust.
This isn’t the right moment for something more, though. I have enough on my plate as it is. But something violent flashes inside me at the thought of letting Ramiel go. Something ugly.
The smell of food shakes me out of my strange thoughts, and after relieving my bladder and pulling on a pair of sweats, I walk out of my bedroom. I pass Dare in the corridor. He grunts at me, and I pat his shoulder. The silent one. My lips curve, thinking about Ramiel’s humor.
When I enter the kitchen, Ramiel is at the stove with his back to me and Maple drooling at his feet. He’s wearing my gray sweats—he rolled the waist and legs more than once since I’m bigger and taller than him—and a pink apron that I’ve never seen before. His freckled, muscular back is deliciously on display. But it’s the mundane sight of him cooking that really turns me on.
I step up behind him, and I feel him breathe deeply, as if he’s savoring my nearness. I slide my arms around his waist and press my cock against him. He pushes back, clearly letting me know he wants me inside him. When doesn’t he? We are like two teenagers going at it.
I dig my teeth into his shoulder, responding to his shocked gasp and long shudder with a groan.
“You’re fucking irresistible,” I drawl.
“I know,” Ramiel scoffs arrogantly, using the spatula in the skillet. If he expects me to pull back, he’ll be waiting a while. “Your stinky dog tried to attack my leg four times,” he complains.
I look down at it. “It’s a beautiful leg.”
His elbow hits me in the side. “Although I admire his persistence?—”
