Ten punishing swats to his ass, and both cheeks were pink, and Graham was dripping cum from the tip of his incredibly-hard dick.
Someone had needed that.
What said it all was that his dick was now in the same state, and he’d just cum.
The last time he’d spanked a person…it had been Graham—that morning they’d made love before he ended up leaving.
That day seemed like too long ago.
Now, he knew what he wanted.
His dick was still wet with the man’s saliva, and he truly wanted his ass in the worst way.
“Please! More,” Graham begged, his balls aching for release, and he knew this man was theONLYone who could ever make him feel like this.
With others, this was humiliation.
With D’Artangnan, it was love.
Before he could say anything, there was that telltale nudge, and he opened for him. He didn’t fight it as that slide into his body filled him.
Again, he bucked.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, resting his head on the counter as the man he loved, his husband, began moving. The rough slides in and out were amazing, and Graham wanted more.
He never wanted this to end.
He began pushing back, having Michael bottom out in his bottom.
There was the sound of heavy breathing, and the echo of flesh slapping flesh.
And it was almost too much to handle.
“I’ve missed your ass, my one,” he admitted, landing a slap on his ass cheek just to watch him shake.
He moaned as he was pummeled, and this was exactly the feeling he’d chased.
Until he realized there was only one man who would ever give him this.
It was his husband.
“Harder,” he begged, and Michael gave him all he had. He drove into him, using his body weight for leverage, and the more he gave him, the more he craved.
He could tell Grahm was close.
Slamming into him, he felt that telltale moment when his body tightened down, and he knew he was about to cum.
And he did.
“YESSSSSS!”Graham shouted, as another orgasm tore through his body.
If not for Michael’s hands on his hips, he would have fallen over. The whole world had gone upside down.
Then, Graham realized why.
He was over Michael’s shoulder, and he’d abandoned the items he’d put on the counter. Instead, he was carrying him to the bedroom they’d shared this morning.
And he knew what was coming.
