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My breath left in a rush, my pulse thrumming with the overwhelming desire for more.

“Fucking hell,” Drake groaned, slowly repeating the action that teased over my prostate and made my cock leak. “You’re so hot inside, baby. Don’t ever want to leave.”

I clutched at him, my fingers trying to find purchase in hard muscle and skin slicking over from his shower or sweat, I didn’t know.

Another long, drawn out stroke, and I couldn’t handle any more. I squeezed my ass around his girth and leaned up to take his mouth.

He grunted—and fucked into me hard enough I slid over the mattress.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I gulped, frantic in my need to taste his tongue, suck on his lips, and soak in the heat of his heavy body atop mine clear into my innermost parts.

“Jesus,” Drake whispered harshly against my mouth, releasing his hold on my head with one hand to snake down along my side and grasp my ass. “Fuck.”

I lifted to meet his thrusts, every thought but him abandoned in my lust to be closer. Whining, I shoved his face into my neck, and he gave me what I wanted, all his weight as he grabbed hold of my other ass cheek.

His grip would leave bruises as he pounded into me with full, steady strokes, his balls slapping against my body.

Hard muscles bunched against me, his pecs like rocks on my chest, his abs a glorious rippled board for my straining length to rub against. I wouldn’t need a fist or tongue. My balls were going to erupt with nothing more than the friction between our bodies getting me off.

“Close,” I whispered, eyes shut and cheek pressing against his still-damp hair.

He moaned and panted against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers over my arms. “Preston—baby.”

I clung to him, rocking with every undulation of his hips, whispering curses and praise over how well his dick rubbed inside me like no one ever had. We were a perfect fit in every way.

“Never gonna get enough of you.” He groaned, fingertips digging into my ass cheeks. “Fucking never.”

“Oh—yes.”

He punched the words from my lungs with harsh stabs into my body.

“Drake—God.”

A guttural groan rumbled from his chest, tightening my balls.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he asked, panting as he slammed into me over and over.

“Ye-es.” The word ripped from me in two syllables thanks to his delicious ramming of my ass.

“Just like this?” His lips latched onto my throat with an open-mouthed kiss.

I gasped—and erupted. Curses spewed from me as cum shot from my slit, smearing between our rubbing abs.

“Fuck.” Drake shoved up onto his hands while gifting me long, steady strokes, lips parted as he watched my cock continue to pulse untouched between us. “Jesus, you’re so goddamn hot, baby. Look at you shooting off for me.”

“Come on me,” I gasped as another tremor ripped through me, tightening my core.

He hissed and backed out before he ripped off the condom, using one hand to stroke himself, the other firmly planted beside my head. Grunts rushed past his parted lips, and while I wanted to watch his cum spurt atop mine, coating me, I needed to see his eyes more.

“Look at me, Drake,” I whispered, grasping his face, my empty hole clenching and aching to have him again.

He gave me his focus, the vivid blue eaten up by swollen pupils. I drowned. Lost myself as wet heat splattered over my belly and chest.

“Preston,” he choked, gaze never wavering from my eyes as his glazed over, lost in his climax.

So. Gorgeous.

I pulled him down atop me before he finished, kissing his mouth. Licking his lips. Inhaling his panted exhales deep into my lungs so a part of him would pump throughout my entire body.

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