Page 104 of Filthy and the Beast

“What does?”

“Your dick in my ass.”

Grinning, Damian pumps his hips softly. “Yeah. Feels so good. You’re gripping my cock like a vice.”

I groan, getting off on him liking it. “Fuck yeah.”

We’re kissing again, his wet tongue on mine. Pressed between the sweaty friction of our bodies, my erection leaks. Damian writhes against me, not too fast, but slowly increasing our pace.

My spot throbs, like I’m climaxing without coming, the pressure building but the dam not bursting. I’ve never felt so fucking good, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling our heartbeats together.

His crown drives against my spot, pushing me to the edge.

I love this man, and I’m never letting go.

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DAMIAN

Enzo wraps me in a bear hug, and my hard cock slides deep into his hole. Quaking, he reacts with his entire body, squeezing me everywhere, and my breath comes out in quick, needy pants.

I’m tingling, my nerves alive. My cock buried in him, Enzo and I roll across his big bed. We’re both groaning, barely making words as I tell him that I love him and he breathes my name. I thrust harder and harder, driving my crown to his spot, and Enzo fucks me back, bucking against me with his hips.

I can barely think. Visions of the future and the past fly through my mind. I see us working out together in the gym, sitting by the lake, tending to the house and the garden and the dogs. That first night we kissed, the way his rough beard feels against my fingertips, the warmth and safety I find in his arms.

Arms wrapped around my shoulders, he squeezes me hard, and I bury myself to the hilt.

“All of you,” he grunts. “I want all of you.”

He’s on top, and then I’m on top again. The bed is shaking, and I’m about to lose it. Want to make him come without squeezing his cock, but I’m not sure if I can get him there by plowing his prostate.

Enzo groans again, losing his words. “Yours, yours, yours,” he keeps saying, and I know we’re close.

I find his nipple with my hand, arch my back, and hold his eye. “Going to make you come.”

Locking my gaze back, Enzo doesn’t blink. “Fill me up,” he demands, brow furrowed tight. “Give it to me.”

Light and pleasure permeate everything. I smell him, feel him, trust him in every way, and I lose myself in his strong embrace.

Enzo hits his climax. His body stretches out wide as his hole clenches down on my cock. A moment later, he sprays semen in fat, white jets. I arch back, his grip on my erection tight and hot, and my orgasm flares out from my base.

I pump my load into Enzo as he shakes, his face twisted in rapture.

“Enzo,” I gasp, my palm flat against his pecs. “Enzo.”

“Damian.”

I stay buried in him, and he wraps an arm around my shoulders. For a few minutes, we stay there, not saying anything, but I swear I can hear his every thought in the silence.

Finally, when my dick is half-soft, I slide out carefully. He huffs, clearly wanting that full feeling, but doesn’t complain.

“I am going to need you to do that all the damn time from now on.”

I laugh. “Happily.” I kiss his cheek. “And I think I remember someone demanding I fuck him all night tonight.”

His hand traces down my back, landing on my ass. “Whenever you’re ready again.”

I consider it. I probably could go another round immediately, but there’s no rush. This isn’t like the past months. Enzo and I are starting a partnership together. We get to take our time.

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