Page 167 of Taint My Soul

“Yes, baby. Fuck.” I arch into his touch.

I need him too. More than I thought I would. All those days when we weren’t together were so much torture.

I have never wanted anyone as much as I have wanted Elio.

I lean back and take his lips in an all-consuming kiss that steals every breath of air embedded in my lungs. A soft whimper escapes me as his hand brushes along my thick, aching dick.

My hand fastens around his waist. His length leaks pre-cum all over me, and I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump.

I stare at the level of devotion that burns in his eyes as he explores every fucking part of me with his brutal, lovely kisses.

I’m here. In his protection. His embrace. His quiet, careful touch.

He grounds me beyond the physical. He looks at me like he doesn’t regret fighting for us.

And damn, I fucking believe it. We fucking deserve this.

This love. This tenderness. This closeness.

I deserve my happy ending.

He grabs both of our dicks, hands slick with lube as he pumps us in a rhythm that makes my body clench with pleasure.

He bites his lower lip, gaze clouded with pleasure as he watches me. I groan at the swipe of his fist around the crown of our length. Both our dicks throb, leaking pre-cum. He strokes the pre-cum all over our shaft for lubrication.

A sharp breath escapes him as my dick jerks in his palm.

One corner of my mouth lifts into a slow, decadent smirk as my eyes meet his darker pupils. “Fuck… baby.”

“I love it when you call me that.” He grins and strokes us together. A low sound builds in his chest, breath spilling out of his lungs. I concentrate on the pleasure, hands gliding over the glans of our penises.

“Hmmm.” I groan, eyes snapping to me only for a second. “Getting closer.”

“Hold on for me, baby.” He groans, eyes raking all over my wet, naked skin. Fuck!

His fist glides over our dicks, picking up pace. He pauses briefly and teases our glans. Slowly and rhythmically. Then he holds his fist steady as I fuck into the heat of his palm.

My breath breaks, and a low sound tears out of me as I cum all over my chest and his hands. My body vibrates with intense pleasure. He lifts my right leg to his shoulder and fastens his hand around my thigh.

He gathers the cum from my chest and feeds it into my hole. He glides the water-based lube over his dick repeatedly until his throbbing, veined length glistens. Elio glances up at me, sweat clinging to his forehead. He smirks as he pushes into me carefully, filling me up. “Holy…” My words are cut off with a gasp. “Fuck.” I grunt.

“That’s it, baby.” He leans forward, and I slide my hand around his shoulder, tilting my ass up as he pumps into me delicately. “Keep your eyes on me, darling,” he asserts. “Don’t look away from me.”

My dick hardens through his intense strokes, and I close my hand around the base, pumping in rhythm with his relentless thrusts.

“Elio… little devil… fuck!” I’m out of breath.

It all feels so fucking good. I never want it to end.

“Fuck!” Elio grunts and stares into my eyes with a smile. Hips thrusting, dick jerking in my palm, the intensity of being this close and intimate with him pulls us closer to climax. It doesn’t take long for his body to give in to the aching pleasure. His head falls back, eyes shutting hard as he keeps chasing the thrill.

Of having me locked in his arms. Of having himself buried inside me. All of this is so fucking beautiful in the best way. He trembles as his length slips out of me and he shoots all over my dick and balls, panting heavily.

I close the gap between us, taking his lips in a kiss and stroking myself until I cum all over my chest again.

Above me, he giggles as he stares at my beautiful skin coated in my release. My shoulders rise for a deep breath as he collapses onto my chest. I circle my hand around his body and press a kiss on his forehead. “I love you.” I whisper and press my lips on his head again. Those three words pierce through me and settle over me in an irresistible warmth. Heat blooms all over my skin.

He stills and lifts his gaze to meet mine.