“God, you’re gorgeous, Papi.”
I slid my hands into the sides of his open pants and shoved them down his hips. I nudged him back onto the bed and grabbed his boots, tugging them until his feet popped free so I could get rid of the jeans and briefs.
When he was naked, I peeled off my pants and boots then crawled up over him taking his mouth with mine while I toyed with his nipples and dick. Nothing firm, just teasing touches until he writhed on the bed under me. The noises coming from me were needy and desperate.
I rolled him onto his belly, his legs on either side of mine. I popped his ass into the air in front of my face, his hole on display, winking at me, teasing me. Unable to help myself I buried my face between his cheeks, eating his ass until he was screaming my name.
I pulled away and groaned at the sight of his shiny, wet, puckered flesh. His voice, a montage of pleading, went straight to my cock. I gripped his cheeks, squeezing them.
“Oh, God, yes! Fuck, Papi. Please!”
Giving him what he wanted, I pulled my hand back and let it fly. A soft swoosh sounded before the loud crack of my palm meeting his ass. I continued to beat him. One smack after another fell. The paler skin of his ass pinkened until his flesh turned hot to the touch. My cock pulsed, precum dripping on my thighs before rolling over them to drop onto the bed beneath us. The possessive asshole inside me strutted at the bright red outlines of my hands on his ass cheeks.
“Lube?”
“How about cum?”
I looked under him and, sure enough, he’d made a mess. I smirked, scooping it up to work him open. His hole, despite the rim job, was tight, and he fought to relax for me.
“God damn, vato, you’re tight.”
“It’s been a while,” he gasped, and my eyes widened while my heart filled.
I’d hoped. God, how I hoped he’d been as faithful as I’d been, but considering everything I put him through…
“Same. Three years is too damn long to go without a regular dose of dick.”
His head rolled so he could look at me. “Hayden…”
“Only you since the day we met.”
Tears filled his gaze, but I ignored them, pulling my fingers from his hole. I lined my dick up and pulled him back into my lap, sinking into him slowly, inch by inch. As soon as I was seated in him as deep as I could go, he sat up and rode me.
I wrapped a hand around his throat, kissing him while I gripped his cock. He fucked himself on my dick, the thrusts shoving his cock into the tight fist I had on his shaft.
I pulled my mouth from his, leaning my forehead against his temple, whispering words of praise.
“You take me so good, cariño. The way you ride me. The way your ass pulses around me, milking the orgasm from my dick. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
“Yes! Papi! Yes, all that. Fuck you feel good.”
His rhythm stuttered, faltering as his cock hardened and throbbed in my hand.
“Come for me, vato. I need you to come before I paint your insides with my cum.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. Fill me full, Papi.”
Cum spurted from his dick and I shoved him forward, holding him to the bed by his neck as I pounded in and out of his spasming ass. The fluttering of his walls drove me nuts, and I ravaged him. Fucking him until my muscles burned, and I tasted blood. My lungs hurt from panting but I couldn’t fucking stop.
“Come, Hayden. Fucking come.”
The order, demand, whatever, flipped the lock on my orgasm, and I fell forward over him, my cock exploding inside him. Stars swam in the blackness of my closed eyes. My forehead landed between his shoulder blades, and we collapsed to the bed, turning to wrap each other in a death grip.
Moments, minutes, hours later, his voice broke the silence.
“I love you, Hayden Marin. I have from the moment I met you, and nothing has changed since then. It’s been you, and only you, from that first night ’til now.”
I pulled him to me, our lips meeting and parting, over and over in a soft, loving kiss.
