Page 298 of The Defiant Curse

As he began moving, Graham was a prisoner to him. He had him by the hips so he couldn’t move as he pummeled his ass like their lives depended on it.

“Oh, fuck,” Michael muttered, as he watched his slick cock slide in and out of his ass.

There was nothing he loved more.

Leaning his body over Graham’s, he fucked him in earnest, making sure the man felt each and every stroke. The whole time, he was jerking him off too.

The whimpers made him harder, if that was possible.

“I’m going to cum,” Graham whispered. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” he shouted, and Michael didn’t slow down.

He rode him through the storm, taking his ass harder.

As cum shot out of Graham, Michael unstrapped his arms, and fucked him.

He was close, and what he wanted was to see his cum running down his husband’s thighs.

That was ALWAYS his goal.

“Fuck but I love my husband’s ass,” he muttered, as Graham looked over his shoulder at him, and the look…it turned him on even more.

It was a mix of desperation and need.

It was the hottest thing ever.

With one last slam home, he emptied his balls in Graham’s ass, but he was far from done.

Not.

Even.

Close.

What he wanted was more because he was a greedy bastard when it came to this man and his derriere.

Pulling out, he watched as the rush of cum followed, and he’d gotten his wish.

It ran down Graham’s thighs, making Michael hard again. Well, he’d need to refill his ass then.

Grabbing his wrists, he bound his hands behind his back this time, and when he was done, he laid back to get comfy.

“I want you riding me, Graham.”

Well, he didn’t have to ask twice.

He straddled his husband’s lap, and as Michael held his dick still, Graham got into position.

And he death dropped down his dick, making both men gasp and moan in pleasure.

“Holy fuck, but I love my life,” Michael stated, his body going tight with need all over again.

Graham slowly opened his eyes, and he felt drunk with need. Oh, and it was all this man’s fault.

He began riding, grinding down, and giving him one hell of a show.

“More,” Michael ordered. “Come on, Graham. Ride me like it’s our last time,” he said, pulling him down so hard it stole Graham’s breath.

He whimpered as his dick dripped cum again.