Page 41 of Say I Do

Harlow panted as he shook his head. “I said you were mine.”

“That’s the exact same thing,” I said. “If I belong to you, then you belong to me.”

“Benito.”

“Fuck, you don’t ever say my name like that,” I groaned as I rolled my hips against him. “Say it again.”

“Fuck you.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you say it again. I’ll make you fucking moan and scream it.”

My lips crashed against his. Harlow protested, but he melted as soon as our mouths found each other. His hands grabbed at me, nails digging against the back of my neck and flitting into my hair to scrape against my scalp. His desperation turned me on more.

Screw it. One night. I don’t give a damn. I just need to relieve this goddamn pressure.

I slammed Harlow’s back against the wall and used it to hold him up as I reached over and held my hand under the lotion dispenser. Reaching between his legs, I slid my fingers into him one by one before I spread them, opening him up. Harlow ground his hips down, taking them deeper before his panting mouth found mine again.

Navigating with one hand wasn’t an easy feat, but I was determined to destroy Harlow on my cock. I pulled my hand free as I came up for air and maneuvered my pants down my hips enough so that my cock finally popped free. I reached over, grabbing more lotion before I slathered my dick in it.

For the first time, I looked at his cock. It was smaller than mine, with a slight curve upward. Dark hair decorated the base. I’d expected him to be bare, but I appreciated the hair more.

“Are you going to fuck me or stare?” Harlow snapped.

I broke myself out of staring and rubbed my cock against his hole. Harlow’s teeth sank into his bottom lip as he watched me. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, and the redness spread to his neck. I adjusted him in my arms, then lowered him onto my cock.

The gasp that slipped from his lips was nothing short of satisfying. I shoved into him further, and he swore as his nails tore into my skin. I ignored the sharp pain and thrust upward.

“You asshole!” He hissed. “That’s…”

“Shut up,” I growled. “I’m stuffing every inch in your hole. That’s what you wanted, right? It’s why you’ve teased me every fucking day? Don’t complain now.”

Harlow’s eyelids lowered, half hooded as he gazed at me. His lips parted, but no words came out. Just moans.

“Finally, you shut the fuck up. Is this what I have to do to make you be quiet? Tighten your hole up more. Yeah, like that,” I groaned as I thrust up into him. “Sei così caldo e stretto!”

Harlow’s arms wrapped around my neck as I picked up speed. “Is… is that all you got? Come on. I thought Benito Vitale would fuck like a god.”

“You’re already getting dick drunk, and you’re still talking shit?” I shook my head. “Of course you are. It’s you.”

I shoved him back against the wall and fucked him harder. Whatever he was about to say was lost in a fog of what I could only assume were swears in Japanese. His legs tightened around my waist as he met every stroke of my cock, his breathing catching in his throat. When I grinned at the state of him, he tried to glare.

He failed miserably.

“Where’s all that anger?” I asked. “Can’t talk shit when my big fucking dick is tearing up your insides? Go on, say something snarky or smug. I want to hear it.”

“F-fuck you, Benito!” he cried out.

“You’re already doing that, mostricio. Can’t you feel me hitting your prostate when I do this?” I asked as I dragged him down, pulling him onto my cock harder until there wasn’t even an inch of breathing room between us. “Do you feel it?”

Harlow glared. “No.”

I thrust up sharply, and he whimpered. My heart skipped a beat.Who knew he could make those sounds?I did it again just to hear it once more as my cock throbbed with need.

“I said, do you feel it? Huh?”

“Yes,” Harlow choked out. “Benito, I—”

“Don’t talk,” I growled as I laid my bleeding hand over his mouth. “The only thing you’re going to do is milk every drop of cum from my goddamn balls.”

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