“I’m never letting you go, boy.”
He’s already rocketing toward another orgasm. “I don’t want you to, Master.”
Yes, spending the rest of my life with him is a fantastic idea.
The only thing is trying to convince him of that.
Or myself.
Or…
I guess it doesn’t matter. His ass tightly fists my cock, clenching around me as I stroke into him and focus on his pleasure first.
He makes love to me with total abandon, always eager to play my sadistic games, up for any sexy thing I want to try with him.
His trust in me blows me away.
I never want to let him down.
Changing angles a little makes him gasp. “Fuck, yeah!”
Now I have him. I concentrate even harder on that particular spot, and a few minutes later, he arches his back and moans. “Yes! That’s it!”
I stop holding back and fuck him without reservation or hesitation. We haven’t barebacked yet, even though we could. Even though we’re monogamous with each other and well past needing more testing beyond the first couple of rounds early on.
When my climax erupts I fall still deep inside him, in no hurry to pull out. I lower his legs and draw them around me while I nibble his lips and catch my breath.
He tightly wraps his arms around me. “Is loving me going to be enough for you if I never can give you more?”
I kiss him in reply. “It’s everything I need, baby. No matter what.”
