“Mine!” Richard bit out and thrust, driving his cock into Lilian’s prostate.
Lilian’s vision whited out. If Richard said that one more time,he was going to come. “Yours.”
Richard growled. His soul flared with pride. It took Lilian’s breath away. Richard’s pure gratification at their marriage shouldn’t have surprised him, but after a lifetime of rejection, it did. Richard was proud to have made him his husband, and it filled Lilian with soul-deep joy.
“I’m so happy to be with you,” Richard said and cupped the back of Lilian’s hand with his, aligning their wedding marks. “You’re the kindest, most beautiful person in the world, and any man would’ve counted himself lucky with you by his side. It would’ve been wrong to share this bond with anyone but you. I want to protect and pamper you. Marrying anybody else would’ve been a disaster. I worship you.” His fingers entwined with Lilian’s. “I’m so in love with you.” Lilian wanted to say the words back, but Richard moved inside him, and with his nerve endings sparking, Lilian was incapable of anything but a weak moan and a mental wave of love that he rolled at Richard. “Let me give you the orgasm you deserve.”
Richard drew back his hips only to snap them forward, tunneling into Lilian and smacking his bulbous glans into his helpless bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot through Lilian. He groaned, but Richard gave him no reprieve, rolling his hips and knocking his prostate again and again until Lilian was drooling from mouth and cock, mindless with thrumming ecstasy.
His high-pitched keens affirmed Richard’s jabs to his gland, which seized with every attack. In the depths of Lilian’s core, his climax was building. Richard rutted into him, forcing him toward the edge.
Lilian wanted to be Richard’s, neck and crop. There was one last piece missing for the completion of their marriage, and Lilian craved it with all his being.
“Make me yours,” Lilian panted. “Make me your husband inevery way.” His insides clenched on Richard’s girthy cock.
“You want that?” Richard rumbled in his ear. “You want me to fill you, mark you as mine with my seed?”
“Yes. Please.” Lilian’s hole narrowed. His inner muscles strangled Richard as if they could force the cum from him.
Richard’s mouth latched onto his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. His soul closed around Lilian’s. He was Richard’s. Nobody else got to touch him. Richard ought to kill anyone who tried.
“Mine,” Richard growled against his neck, his cock shoving into Lilian. He grabbed Lilian tight and sped up until he was pistoning into him, plundering his hole.
Lilian responded, his balls hiking toward his base, his insides tensing. Richard fucked his prostate, pounding it with savage force until Lilian’s cock jerked in rabid need, and his gland seized with every punch. Orgasm coiled in his core, licked at his balls. He was going to come, no stopping it.
“Mine, mine, mine,” Richard chanted, increasing the pace until he was drilling into Lilian, nailing his prostate with a thunder of beats. His teeth scraped Lilian’s neck. “I’m going to come so fucking hard inside of you. You’re getting tight… nghhh… gripping me so good. You’re close, about to explode in lust.”
Lilian reared up, but Richard was pinning him in place. He couldn’t move; he was at the mercy of Richard’s relentless thrusts. They hit him right in the spot, pleasuring his core until that little gland of his pulsed.
Desire coiled at the base of his spine, ready to unleash the climax of a lifetime on him. He shook, body tensing in the moments before release.
Richard panted into his ear, his hot breath kissing him. “MINE!” His cock bucked, smacking Lilian’s prostate.
Lilian yelped when the first contraction drove into him,gripping his hole and making it clench around Richard’s cock with the power of a fist. Richard gasped and went rigid, clutching Lilian as he hurled his seed into his coming hole. Fuck! Yes! They came as one. It was everything Lilian had wanted.
He clamped down on Richard and descended into a rush of convulsions, cum squirting from his tip, his balls trembling as the seed jetted from him. They rutted together, and Richard doused him in his release, marking him.
Lilian convulsed, Richard’s every ridge and vein imprinting on his insides. Richard didn’t stop. He fucked him with a vengeance, pumping into him, splattering his undulating inner walls. His glans hit Lilian over and over until he was shrieking with ecstasy, crying and twitching in blind rapture, pushing back on Richard, asking for harder and faster. And he got it. Richard ravished him, pounding him through his orgasm, taking him with unwavering vigor.
“Love you,” Lilian choked out, and Richard wrapped him in that same emotion, pushing him into a full-body orgasm, every muscle contracting in release. Lilian came, body and soul, and he pulsed in time with Richard, their bond strengthening with the power of the climax.
Afterward, they lay languished on the bed. Richard dragged Lilian’s blanket over them and curled around him from behind, nuzzling his nape. He slung an arm around Lilian’s torso and held him close. Lilian could barely keep his eyes open, but his lips curved in happiness.
“Was I too rough?” Richard asked, worry edging into his voice.
“You were perfect. You gave me everything I asked for and more. I loved every minute of it.”
Richard pushed a leg between Lilian’s. “Good. I’m glad.” He sounded sleepy.
Lilian purred. Richard had been right—there was no wayhe’d be able to walk in the morning. He was well-fucked and drowning in happiness. Richard satisfied his every need.
Lilian lay his arm on top of Richard’s and linked their fingers, wedding marks aligning. Their souls mingled as they drifted off. Their minds were one, their long, deep breaths following the same relaxed rhythm. A lifetime of happiness stretched out before them.
THE END
