Page 101 of Don't Look Down

Sweat drips down my face, dripping into my eyes. It trickles down my back and between our bodies. His back slides slickly against my chest and abs.

His movements are sinuous and cause sparks to detonate along my nerve endings. It’s too hard to resist. My hips pump, in and out.

Sky’s sweat-slick skin beckons me, and I draw my tongue up his neck to his ear. My teeth tug at his flesh as I pound my cock into him.

Using one hand, I find the space between his shoulder blades and push, shoving him down until his chest meets the bed. His ass is lifted high, wide open and taking everything I’ve got. Adjusting the angle of my thrusts just so until I find it, I wait.

“Oh, God, yessss,” he rasps out as his ass tightens around me. Got him. I keep my thrusts steady on his prostate and pound harder. His ass grips my cock tighter. Slick heat surrounds me. I’m on fucking fire.

I could live in Sky’s ass. I swear it was made just for my cock.Hewas made for me. Fucking hell. This man is everything.

His body undulates. How he manages to roll his hips like that is a mystery.

Sky reaches back and grabs my ass, pulling me deeper inside him.

He shimmies against me, needing more, and I pull him back up, one hand firmly around his throat again. His arm flings back and circles behind my head. Fingers thread through my hair and tug, the sting amping me up.

Holy shit, that’s hot. I watch him, mesmerized by the sight of his tattoos flexing and shifting with every thrust. His back rasps over my nipples, lighting me up even more.

Over his shoulder, I can see his cock looks ready to explode. Precum leaks in a steady stream from the swollen, purple tip. My mouth waters for a taste. I dip my other hand down and drag my thumb over his sensitive cockhead, and he shivers against me.

He moans in protest when I release him, but his head tips back to watch my hand. When I suck my thumb, his eyes roll back with a groan. His flavor explodes on my tongue.

I slide my hand back down and start jacking him. My baby needs release. I’m so close, and I need him to come with me. I need it more than I need my next breath.

My teeth sink into the cord of his neck, flicking the skin gently with my tongue, then sucking. I alternate betweenpumping his cock and rubbing my thumb through his leaking slit. Thrusting relentlessly into his ass, in and out.

Tension tightens his body, and I tighten my hand just a little more around his throat.

“Ungh, mmm, ohhh fuccckkkk,” he breathes, cum gushing all over my hand as he spasms and shivers through his orgasm.

Fuck yes. Achievement unlocked. His ass pulses around me. I can feel him coming on my cock. He squeezes me harder than I’ve ever felt and sets off my own orgasm.

I twitch and shiver, my cock throbbing and pulsing into the condom. I resent the hell out of that latex barrier.

I want him marked and covered in my cum. Want it leaking out of his hole.

He’s mine.

My vision whites out as I finish with that image in my head. My soul may or may not leave my body for a minute there. Fucking intense. Jesus.

Sex with Sky has been fire since day one. But this is some next-level shit. Nobody could ever compare to this man.

The moans leaving his mouth will live in my mind for eternity. The sexiest fucking sounds on the planet. His moans even beat out the sound of skates on ice. A stick connecting with the puck.

It’s official.

I. Am. Fucking. Gone. For. Him.

Ropes of cum continue to spill all over my hand and onto the bed. My hand pumps, jacking him through his aftershocks and rocking into him gently. I release his throat to swipe my fingers through the mess of cum.

Bringing my fingers up to his mouth, I order, “Open your mouth for me, baby. Suck my fingers, but don't swallow.” My dick twitches when he obeys instantly. Tongue flicking out, hungrily lapping at my fingers before sucking them into hismouth. His tongue is warm and slick. “Good, now gimme your mouth, Sky. Kiss me.”

Our tongues tangle and his flavor fills my mouth. He gently tugs my hair and moans. His body twitches as he trembles in my arms.

He was made to be in my arms. My perfect counterpart.

I can’t stop kissing him. That connection to him is vital. I have never felt closer to someone than in this moment. Like I know both myself and him on a deeper, more intimate level. My stomach flutters and my muscles tighten, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

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