Page 61 of Unwrap Him

My hands grip onto his waist. “You like fucking this candy cane even more?”

“Fuck yea,” he breathes, riding me in gradual strokes, moving up and down on the rigidity of my erection. “So big and thick… God, yesss… so deep.”

“I fucking love you, Jess…” I hum with my mind spinning and twirling, twinkling like the lights on our tree. He groans, rocking himself on me over and over, riding me roughly into the couch. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, dropping his lips to mine once more. “You make me feel so good… Always.”

As much as my loins are about to burst, so is my heart. The sex is scorching, the way he feels swallowing me up unlike anything I could even fathom. But the love we share is the truly remarkable part.

I just want this, him, for the rest of ever.

Jesse is bouncing on my dick, fucking me harder and faster, chasing his orgasm while our tongues tangle and we breathe each other in. I feel him tightening all over, his ass clenching and holding me as he shivers and shakes.

“You gonna come on my cock, sweet boy?” I ask, mere moments from tumbling over myself.

He nods frantically, hands everywhere, ripping at my hair, clutching my arms, playing with my nipples.

“I wanna feel it,” I tell him, freeing his erection from where it’s straining against the material of his jock.

Fisting, I stroke him to match him humping me wildly, riding my cock so hard the springs of our couch are creaking. His face drops to my chest, where he laps and sucks at my nipple.

“I’m gonna… James… Daddy, I’m… gonna—”

Before he can even finish his sentence, he lets out a harsh groan, his dick swelling up and pulsing in my hand.

His orgasm sprays all over us, on my abs and my chest, right up to where his face is. With his parted lips quivering, he catches some in his mouth, leaning down as much as he can to lick it off of me.

“Fuck yes, baby…” I hiss, a tremor in my nuts like an earthquake shoving me up to the edge. “Come in your own mouth. Eat up all that orgasm, sweet boy.”

He grunts and gasps and moans, licking and licking until he’s finally done shooting off. Then he slopes back up to my lips, kissing me fast. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I accept it graciously, sucking out the flavor of his cum.

“Baby, fuck me… I’m coming.”

The climax descends over me like a monsoon, my balls pulsing, dick pouring spurts of hot cum up into his ass.

“Fuuck, Daddy… I feel you. I feel you coming in me,” he whines, shivering in my arms, barely moving his hips any more.

He’s just tightening on me, gripping my shaft and accepting every drop as I come deep inside him.

“Baby… my sweet, delicious, beautiful boy.” My fingers are treasuring him, touching him sensually, our lips melting together, the sounds of us breathing ragged pants filling the room.

Hearts beating together, the way they always have. We’re meant to be together, just like this.

Fuck wrong and right, fuck anyone who says otherwise.

“You’re mine, Jess,” I whisper, breathing in his scent, my lips dancing on the warm, sticky skin of his neck. “As long as I have you in my arms, my life is complete.”

He lets out a sated sigh. “That’s all I need.”

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