Page 81 of The Defiant Curse

And he came.

Graham had been fighting it, but the eroticism was just too much for him to handle.

He exploded, getting cum all over his husband’s leg.

And Michael grinned wickedly.

Oh, someone was horny as fuck, and that’s exactly how he liked him.

Trust and believe.

It was about to get fun.

Moving out from under him, he climbed on top of his man, pinning him face down on the bed. His dick was tucked in his cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck him.

Graham whimpered.

“Tell me what you want.”

Oh, well, there was only one thing he wanted.

HIS.

HUSBAND’S.

COCK.

“Fuck me, and fuck me good,” he said, his body still experiencing the aftershocks of that orgasm.

His ass was on fire, and he needed more.

He needed all.

Well, if that’s what he needed, Michael would be more than happy to give him that.

After all, never let it be said he didn’t like going dick diving in his sexy husband’s derriere.

Because he did.

One hundred percent.

Sliding between his cheeks, he found that tight pucker and leaned into his body, letting his full body weight slide him home. The whole time, that warmth and tightness was almost more than Michael could handle.

ALMOST.

The one thing that would always be true was he couldn’t get enough of fucking Graham.

His ass was addictive.

The man moaned as he took the full length and width of his husband’s dick, and he was filled.

“Oh, fuck me,” he whispered, as that pain and pleasure made his dick go rock hard all over again.

Beads of perspiration covered Michael’s brow as he enjoyed that tight grip. Someone’s ass was magical, and he never wanted off of this ride.

But now, he had work to do.

Someone needed a full-on fucking, and as Graham’s Top, it was his job, no, his duty, to give his husband as much pleasure as he could.