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Smirking, I repeated the motion.

“D-Drake…”

“Fuck, I love when you stutter my name, baby.” I gave him two fingers, my dick bucking as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, tendons rising in his neck when I reached deep into his slick warmth. “Shit—you’re so ready for me, aren’t you? This needy ass is begging for my dick.”

“Yes. Oh yeah. P-Please.”

I kissed his belly button then the tip of his wet dick, taking a second to lap at the pre-cum waiting for my tongue. A few slow, steady strokes of my fingers into his hole, a little nibble on his taint, and I’d had enough teasing.

My hands shook as I sheathed and lubed my dick. An ache settled low in my groin, the promise of filling the rubber up. I’d rather empty my seed deep into Preston and watch it ooze out before shoving it inside where it belonged, but that would come after we had a chance to talk.

I’d been patient enough.

Preston grabbed the base of my dick and guided me to his pretty pink hole. “Wanted you forever,” he murmured and bore down.

I sank past his ring with a slight push. “Jesus.” I clenched my teeth and hissed. “I’m inside you, Preston. Fucking hell, you’re tight.”

A shudder ripped through him, and he wrapped his heels around the backs of my thighs, tugging me closer.

My dick burrowed in another inch, and I planked over him on my hands, watching his expressive face.

Hazed eyes. Flushed face full of freckles. A slight furrow of his brow appeared as I worked in farther, his channel like a warm, welcoming glove made just for me.

“Okay, baby?” I asked, my body quaking with the need to fully slam home.

“Yes,” he gasped and licked over his lower lip as I pulled out and sank in again, gaining even more ground. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He choked on the word, eyes welling with tears.

“Christ.” I swallowed hard, feeling the same goddamned sentiment. Giving him my weight, I licked into his mouth, needing more of a connection, since we both hovered on the verge of big emotions.

I longed to burrow into his soul where our spirits would intertwine, never to be set apart again.

Love you—fucking love you.

The words echoed in my head, but I held them back. We weren’t at a place I could declare the true extent of my feelings for him, but I could show him.

I pulled out to the tip and sank in until my groin rested against his.

Mine.

Fucking finally.

Chapter 16

Preston

No two men could be closer than Drake and I in that moment. Nothing mattered but how deeply he impaled me, how thoroughly he’d worked his way into my body and heart.

We paused when he filled me completely, our mouths tender in tasting, sharing more unspoken vulnerabilities than I’d ever experienced. My throat ached with the need to cry, and Drake swallowed every whimper I couldn’t contain.

Tearing his mouth from mine, he lifted enough to see my face. His arms weaseled beneath my shoulders, hands gliding upward to cradle my head. We lay face to face, heart to heart, sharing breaths as if we were one.

As we are meant to be.

I didn’t doubt that truth but pushed aside reality wanting to enter in the moment and ruin the perfection I’d finally found beneath Drake. “You’re my dream come true,” I whispered without thought of consequence, my voice laced with the tears once more welling in my eyes.

“Preston.” Drake made my name sound like a prayer while rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks and temples. Lower lip sucking between his teeth, he slowly backed out of my ass in an agonizing glide until only his tip rested inside me.

Our eyes held each other captive as my body welcomed him until he filled me completely.

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