Page 54 of The Hotshot vs The Reporter

But that’s not what I want. I pull back a little, trying to get used to it as I grip his bare ass in my hands, keeping him in place.

“Oh God, Royal. It’s so good. Too good. I’m so close. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...” He lets out a long, low moan when I suck him harder, taking nearly all of him to the back of my throat again. I smile around him because I’m doing this to him.

He’s lost in his intense pleasure, but he’s still worried about me. I want him to come in my mouth, but he’s tugging on my hair and begging again.

“Please. I need you.”

Fuck. I’m torn because I want to make him come like this, but I want to be inside him as much as he seems to want that.

I reluctantly pull off his cock, but I don’t move away. I don’t grab the lube yet or move from between his parted thighs. Instead, I use my hands to move them apart more and stare at his pink hole, his full balls, and hard cock. Every bit of it is a masterpiece.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

I swear his entire body blushes, but he just gives me a shy smile and shakes his head. “Please,” he begs, his voice tight with tension.

With desire.

But I can’t yet.

Not. Just. Yet.

I need one more thing.

CHAPTER23

SOREN

When I feel the flat of his tongue drag over my eager hole, I nearly come right then. My entire body tenses with the most desperate need I’ve ever felt. “Oh God, Royal. Royal. Royal,” I chant his name as he teases me with his very talented tongue.

Does he have to be good at everything?

I mean, Jesus. He just jumps right in, and my God, is he good at this. I feel one of his fingers teasing my hole at the same time his tongue swirls around, making it nice and wet for his finger to glide inside.

He adds another and crooks it just right to find that spot deep inside me that has precum trickling from the head of my cock. My balls are pulled up to my body, aching for release, and I know if he doesn’t fuck me soon, it’ll all be over.

“Royal, please,” I plead for what seems like the hundredth time.

I swear I feel him smiling against my body, and then finally—fucking finally—he removes his fingers, grabs the lube as he sits up, and opens the bottle, pouring a generous amount into his hand.

I watch in fascination as his hand glides over his cock, slicking it. Getting himself ready to be inside me. “This is what you want?”

I nod slowly, barely able to do even that, let alone speak.

He smiles and tosses the lube, then leans over me, stealing my mouth and feeding me my own musky taste. I moan into his mouth, loving every minute of it. I’m so far gone for this guy.

I feel the head of his cock pressing against me, but he doesn’t move forward. He just kisses me over and over again until I’m a needy, mewling mess beneath him. Just when I don’t think I can take it any longer—when I’m about to beg him again—he slides home in one beautifully strong stroke, making my back arch up into him. A strong groan rumbles from his throat.

My hand slides over his muscled back as he holds onto my parted knees, allowing him every bit of access to my body as we move together, his cock repeatedly pounding my prostate.

I’m so wound up with need, I can’t take it anymore. Cum sprays from my cock without any warning. It covers us both as he slams into me, his cock jerking inside as he lets loose.

When we’re both thoroughly sated, he collapses on top of me, still kissing my neck and jaw, every part of me he can reach. My hands go into his soft hair, and I hold him to me.

We decide to quickly take a shower, but don’t bother with clothes when we make it back into my bed. I cuddle against him, letting my head rest on his shoulder and breathe him in.

I know we need to talk, but this part of tonight was so damn perfect, I don’t want to ruin it. So I stay quiet.

But Royal... he doesn’t. “I was one of those kids.”

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