As the man above him was frustrated, Michael knew what he wanted.
Pulling his hips down, he impaled him on his cock.
And Graham screamed in pleasure.
“Come on, my one, make me cum in your ass,” he ordered.
And Graham worked hard.
He bounced, he ground down, and the whole time, he was dripping cum onto his husband’s abs. Graham was so turned on, he couldn’t think of anything else but cumming.
“So sexy,” Michael admitted, grabbing the man’s nipples and playing with them.
He moaned, and stopped bouncing as little licks of pleasure shot through his body.
Then, that pain came as Michael’s hand landed on his ass.
“Please let me cum,” Graham begged. “I need to cum for you!”
Michael wouldn’t let him.
“No. You ride until I cum. Oh, and I can hold off for a while, so get that hot ass moving,” he said, slapping him on the cheek again.
Graham was in his happy place. His balls ached, his arms were trapped, and he had a hot husband beneath him.
This was the best time of his life.
“Oh, fuck,” Michael muttered, as he began feeling that telltale tingle in his balls.
Yeah, it looked like he was going to be cumming faster than he planned.
Lifting Graham off his dick, he moved to get behind him. Spreading his cheek, he saw his ass just waiting for him. It was wet with cum, and just begging for a fucking.
So he gave it to him.
When he was back in him, Graham begged.
“Please! Oh, God! I need to cum!” he muttered, knowing unless Michael jerked him off, he wasn’t.
This was torture.
And what he craved.
Instead, Michael fucked him, and fucked him good. He pounded his ass, filling him with the intent of…well, filling him.
“When I cum, you don’t let a drop of my cum slip out of you, or I’ll put you over my knee and redden your ass so much you beg me to stop.”
That was all the warning he needed.
Graham absolutely wouldn’t obey because nothing got him worked up more than being manhandled by this man in bed.
He needed it.
He craved it.
He begged for it.
“Please fill my ass!” he muttered, the pleasure just eluding him, and it was maddening.
