“Please.”
I grabbed a packet of lube from the drawer next to the couch. Fucking glad I stocked up around my joint for this type of thing to happen. My man was wild in the bedroom or living room or dining. Hell, he wanted to be fucked all over the place.
My beau had my arse too. Only a handful of times because he preferred to bottom, which didn’t bother me in the slightest. I fucking loved the thought of my cum swishing around his insides, marking him in ways no one else could.
And if anyone tried, I’d slaughter them.
Pressing in, I groaned from the way he moaned out my name. “Link.”
“I got you, baby.” Withdrawing from within his tight heat, I thrust my hips forward. Both of us made deep grunting noises.
Then, I did as my man had asked: I fucked him.
Leaning over him, I nipped and licked at his neck while I slammed my cock in and out of his hole.
My snookums loved hard and fast fucks.
But there were a few slow and romantic moments when I got to move at an easy pace in and out of him while we kissed and watched each other get off.
“Link,” he whimpered.
“Yes, my good boy. Love fuckin’ your tight hole. It’s gonna milk me so right.” I hummed against his shoulder and scraped my teeth over his flesh.
I wanted to gobble him up.
“Fuck, baby.” A tingle rushed down my spine to my balls. “Gonna fill you, snook. You want my cum?”
He nodded, glanced over his shoulder with his sultry eyes. “I need it.”
Fuck yeah, my dirty man.
“Baby,” I groaned, spilling inside him.
His arse squeezed around me, milking out every drop, as he cried out, “Link,” and came over the leather couch.
Hugging him from behind, I did a slow roll of my hips to push my cock in once more while I mouthed at his shoulder and neck.
He turned his head my way, and I knew what he wanted. I met his lips with my own and licked over them before sucking on his tongue.
“Christ, baby, I’ll never get enough of you.” Slowly, I pulled out, which caused him to shiver.
Standing, I bent to see some of my seed leak out of his reddened hole and drew my gaze up to his glaring eyes. “Can I stand now?”
“Can I get a picture now?”
He let out a quick laugh as his cheeks burned. “No.” He stood, letting his shirt fall over him. “I’ll clean the couch.”
“Leave it, snook. I’ll grab it. You go get ready.”
He hesitated, glancing from his cum to me and back.
Then he stepped up to me and kissed my jaw before walking away.
I grinned like a maniac.
The joy I felt in those soft moments he gave me were fucking pure and melted my damn corrupt heart. He didn’t initiate intimacy very often, but when he did, it was like he gave me something so fucking special each time.
Over the last month, and mainly in private, he’d given me more of himself, and I loved learning everything I could about him.
