Page 145 of Floored By Love

I leaned forward to give him a kiss. “Good.”

“Oh Jesus,” Cam muttered.

“What?”

“Do that again.” I kissed him again. “When you lean forward, your dick…it feels better.”

“Yeah?” I thrusted forward. Cam’s legs squeezed me again.

“Keep doing that.”

I started slowly, keeping my thrusts steady. Cam threw his head back against the pillow, his eyes closed.

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Camden

Fuck.

This was incredible. It was everything I wanted it to be.

As Luke’s dick slid in and out of me, I lost myself in the feeling of it. It wasn’t as thick as the plug, but I still felt full. Every time he thrust forward, a zing of pleasure bolted through me.

I could tell he was still being gentle, even with my legs trying to pull him farther in.

“Faster, Luke.”

“I don’t-”

“For fuck’s sake, pound me!”

Luke’s pace picked up. The sound of his balls slapping against me was the best thing I’d ever heard. The headboard was banging against the wall. For half a second, I felt bad for the neighbors, and then Luke’s hands grabbed my thighs, and each thrust was a bolt of Zeus’ lightning straight to my balls.

I took a moment to look at Luke’s body. His curls had dampened with sweat, several of them plastered to his forehead. He needs to grow out his scruff. It’s hot.

He was currently biting his lip, his eyes closed. His abs were tight. I followed the treasure trail down until I couldn’t see anymore. I watched my balls bounce in time to his thrusts, my hard dick rubbing against my stomach.

“You’re so tight, Cam. I’m close.”

We made eye contact, and I smiled.

“I want us to come together,” he said.

He stayed inside of me, but stopped thrusting long enough to lean over and grab the lube for me. I squirted a line out on my dick, tossed the bottle aside, and started stroking.

The now familiar and welcome sound of Luke’s balls slapping pushed me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Cam. I’m so clo-”

“Keep fucking me,” I commanded. I could feel my balls tightening. “I wanna feel you cum inside me.”

“Oh fuuuck.” Luke slammed into me. “Cumming.” He grunted and slammed a second time.

My hole could only take so much. My load shot out of my dick like a burst dam, painting my neck, chest, and stomach. I squeezed my ass with each spurt. The last few dribbled down my shaft, covering my hand.

“Ah, fuck. You keep squeezing like that and you’ll get a second load out of me.”

I opened my eyes and watched the post-sex haze of accomplishment flood Luke’s face before he asked, “It was good?”