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“Jesus fuck—again.”

It required a fourth lift and descent for him to finally rest against my groin, my cock fully buried, encased in wet heat.

Pre-cum leaked down the side of his rigid cock, but I kept my hands on his upper legs, gently soothing him. “You good?”

“More than,” he promised, his voice breathless and reedy thin.

“My dick is all yours to ride however the hell you want.”

“Y-You’re just gonna lay there?”

“Do you want me to take over?”

He sucked on his lower lip but eventually shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Then have at it, baby. Fuck your perfect hole on my cock.”

Preston let out another one of those sexy whimpers and began moving over me. Up and down, grinding on my dick then shifting his hips forward and back.

“You ever ride a man like this before?”

“Nuh uh,” he whispered between pants for air, and fuck yes, did my possessive side rage with glee.

I growled, my fingertips digging into his waist.

“Drake,” he gasped while shifting his hips in a circle.

“That’s it—make yourself feel good on my dick.”

Preston eventually found his rhythm, and I’d never seen anything so goddamned beautiful. Flushed, freckled skin glistening with sweat. His cock so damn hard it barely moved away from where it strained up toward his belly when he bounced on me. His balls, all smooth and tight against his base…his taut stomach flashing hints of abs with every contract of his core while dancing on my rigid cock.

And he was so fucking soft.

I glided my fingers over every inch of his skin I could reach, desperate to fuck up into his body rather than letting him drive. “Love touching you, baby. Can’t keep my hands off you.”

He whined, face tipping toward the ceiling.

“Lean back, hold my thighs.”

Preston listened, gasping at the new angle.

“All right, baby?’

“God, yes,” he whispered, breathless and sexy as fuck. “Oh, shit. So good.”

Those goddamned noises I couldn’t get enough of spilled from his parted lips, his heavy panted breaths, the pulse thrumming in his neck—fuck, did I love him.

“I’m gonna come.” He gulped, eyes flying wide open as though surprised. “Holy fuck—I’m gonna come like this. Never knew…” Preston slammed down onto me, causing his cock to jerk. Cum erupted like a geyser from his slit, and I grabbed his hips, letting loose to fuck up into his hole. Every stab into his hot ass jolted his body, bouncing his dick and spraying his cum all the fuck over both of us.

“So goddamn sexy,” I hissed through gritted teeth, my own balls seizing. “Give it to me, baby. Every goddamn drop you have in you. Jesus, what a load…and your ass.” I groaned, caught up in the slick heat of him, the beautiful sounds spilling from his lips.

“L-Love. You,” he cried out between my attempts to bury deep inside his guts.

Clutching his waist in a bruising grip, I unleashed with a shout, gasping and groaning as my hips stuttered with every spurt of seed I emptied inside him. “Ah, fuck.” I convulsed, grabbing hold of his shoulders and yanking him down onto my chest. “Jesus, baby.” I clutched him closer, both of us sweaty and cum-covered, our hearts racing as we writhed together, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from each other.

I could die a happy man.

Chapter 31

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