Page 83 of Black and Brown

He grabbed the lube and hurriedly poured a generous amount on his fingers.

With his mouth against the back of Grace’s ear, he pushed three fingers inside, knowing he could take it without feeling pain.

Grace let out a harsh exhalation and lifted his ass higher.

After a few shallow pumps, Grace reached behind him and knocked Mirage’s hand away, telling him to hurry the fuck up. He wanted his cock, not his fingers.

Mirage slathered his dick and lined himself up.

He covered his partner’s body and pushed Grace’s legs up until his knees were bent enough to make it easier for Mirage to push inside.

Grace tried to force him in, shoving his ass against Mirage’s pelvis, but he pinned Grace down with one forearm against his upper back and the other braced on the mattress next to his head.

“Now you wanna be demanding and impatient,” Mirage snarled into the side of Grace’s mouth. “I’ve been waiting to have you for six goddamn years.”

“I didn’t fuckin’ know that, Mirage. How could I?” Grace snapped back at him.

Well, you’re sure as fuck about to know now because I’m gonna show you what it’s like…all damn night.

Mirage didn’t say anything else. Instead, he let his dick answer as he eased inside with one long thrust, not stopping until his pelvis was flush against Grace’s firm ass.

With his heart pounding against Grace’s flexed muscles, Mirage stayed there, letting his cock throb inside Grace’s ass until he begged with grunts and growls for him to move.

Mirage chuckled, nipping Grace’s earlobe.

He’d move when he was damn good and ready.

Grace

Motherfuckin’, goddamn, fuckin’ shit.

Grace refused to holler all the curses ripping through him as Mirage pounded him into the mattress.

It was after two in the morning, they were on their fifth round, and his sex-crazed partner showed no signs of stopping.

Mirage had taken him across the bed, on the side of the bed, propped against the wall, and in the shower. Now, he had him back, face down, on the bed.

Sweat poured off him as Mirage yanked him to his knees, gripping his hips, and started slamming Grace onto his cock.

Mirage’s strength and determination to make him pay for all the years he’d craved him was outrageous. No one should have that kind of stamina unless they were taking metabolism enhancements.

Oh yeah. Shit.

Again, Mirage thrust inside and stayed his hips. Each time he did that, the hard throbbing of Mirage’s cock against his prostate made Grace shudder.

“Uggh, shit.”

Grace came again, his cock already so spent from the last orgasms he only released a few drops. But the intensity of the sensation never lessened.

“Do you understand what it felt like now, Grace? Or should I stay buried inside you until the sun rises?”

“Fuck you,” he answered with no resistance, his voice weak and raw from his guttural moans.

Mirage tsked. “Dawn it is, then.”

Mirage

Mirage did what he’d promised and fucked Grace all night until he’d passed out around five fifteen in the morning.