“Now fuck me, Mr. Westright…fuck me like the insatiable power-bottom Iam.”
“Your wish is my command, birthdayboy.”
He growls, jerking his hips back and forth, keeping that cock sliding in and out of me in a way that has me throwing my head back and calling out his name. His lips take to my neck, nibbling and licking as we work up some intense heat between us. I’m lost in my arousal as he keeps me climbing, keeps working meup.
It’s funny how our lovemaking has changed throughout the course of our relationship. What once was just mad, frenetic passion is now filled with so much more. Each kiss is laced with love. Each stroke is a reminder of how much Eric cares about me, body andsoul.
We work our way around the bed until I’m on my side, him on his knees, taking my hole. He’s got me twisting and clawing at the bed from how good itfeels.
I start to reach for my cock but tell him, “Grab mywrist.”
Heobeys.
I don’t want to come touching it. I want to shoot like this, but I was too close to jerking and losing it rightthen.
“You aboutto…?”
“Ohyeah.”
He grips my wrist, holding it in place as I feel that intense pressure…painful as it tears right through me and across thesheets.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Eric tells me as he speedsup.
I’m hypersensitive as fuck from theexplosion.
“Jesse,I’m…”
“Give it tome.”
And the way he moans and his hips tremble against my body, I know he’s allmine.
He bows forward, his hand tight against my ass as he catches his breath, and I turn to him, watch the sweat slide down hisface.
“Thank you for my special birthday-fuck,” I tellhim.
He winks at me. “Pleasure was allmine.”
He pulls out and slides up me, kissing the side of my face, and I turn and kiss his sweat-soaked lips, taking in theflavor.
“God, I love having you in me. Puerto Vallarta was nice, but I think that’s my favorite gift fromtoday.”
That gets Eric roaring withlaughter.
We hit the shower and then crawl back into bed. I feel shameless in my octopus tendencies as I hook my arm around him, holding my manclose.
Best birthdayever.
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Even days later,fucking around with Jesse on his birthday is still on my mind. The pink on his ass when I gave him that quick slap, and the fun we sharedthroughout.
“Ramsey & Strike are considering backing out of the deal,” Vanessa says as we Skype. We’ve been corresponding like this a lot more frequently since I decided to turn Atlanta into my homebase.
Ramsey & Strike is an investor who wants to buy one of my companies, a gaming app creator I purchased because I knew some of the guys from back in San Diego. It’s a huge deal that would be great for these guys. I was able to provide them with more capital to get them to the next level, but Ramsey & Strike could take them into the international gamingmarket.
“And why don’t I have this in my inbox?” I ask, shifting, twisting back and forth in my office swivelchair.
