“Perfect. Fuck me.Please.”
“Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“When have I ever not said exactly what I want? Please, baby. Don’t make me beg anymore.”
Gripping his thighs tighter, I lock eyes with him as I push all the way inside. I know the second I brush his prostate because a chill runs through him, and he moans loudly.
“Yes. More. Give me everything.”
Pulling back out slightly, I add a little more lube, then thrust back in.
His cry of pleasure makes my balls tighten.
Gotta keep this together for him.
I hold his legs tightly and find a rhythm, and as I do, I watch Ryan’s beautiful face absolutely lost in pleasure.
He moans, whimpers, and cries out for more. Everything about him is expressive, and the way he shakes and writhes beneath me takes my breath away. It’s the visible display of how good I make him feel.
“Brian,” he rasps. “Oh… oh… yes. More.”
He wraps his hand around his cock, jerking himself wildly, and I grab the lube and squirt some there for him.
I pull most of the way out and thrust back in a little harder.
He cries out and arches into me.
Ryan Hardison is a sweaty, writhing mess beneath me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You little cockslut. You’re desperate for more, aren’t you? Do you need me to fuck you harder? Fill your ass with my cum?”
“Give it to me. Give me everything, baby. I need it. I need to feel you pulse inside me. I never… ah.” He pants a couple of times, his hand stilling on his cock for a second before he starts stroking it again. “No one has ever owned my body like this, andI want you to give me everything so I can give you everything. I love you.”
“Fuck,” I groan, pumping faster until my balls draw up.
“Brian,” he cries, his face going slack as his body spasms, and cum splatters onto his stomach.
My eyes drift closed and my head drops back as I fill his sweet, needy ass.
“Holy shit, that feels good,” he pants.
Flicking my eyes open again, I smile down at him, the same hazy, satisfied expression in his eyes that I feel all through my body.
I move to pull out of him, but he grabs me and pulls me tighter to him. “Not yet. It feels too good. Not yet.”
“Okay.” Shifting so I’m almost lying on top of him, I wrap my arms around him, then roll over, so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
“Can you sit up?” he rasps.
I stare up at him, then nod and ease myself up to sitting. He moves with me, and once I’m sitting, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
I’ve never felt more content than I do right now. He’s surrounding me in every way, wrapping me up in his love both physically and emotionally. Every time I think this can’t get better, he finds a way to prove me wrong—and make me fall a little harder for him in the process.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
HARDY
I’m obsessedwith Brian’s cock.
