His mouth comes off my cock for a moment, but his fingers are still down there, working in circles and driving me wild. “I want to taste you,” he says huskily.
Then he’s sucking me off again, taking me in deeper than before, and my cock is pulsing in desperation for release.
I hold off as long as I can.
But it’s impossible to fight the twin pleasures of his fingers working my prostate and his lips sliding warm against my cock.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn him.
Dex doesn’t pull back, so I arch my hips and thrust into his mouth, shooting my load down his throat.
My whole body spasms at the release. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure before.
Dex lets me slide out of his mouth, and he swallows and grins at me, the fucker. I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.
He doesn’t even give me a moment to catch my breath.
Somehow he’s already got a condom on, and now it’s his fucking massive cock pushing at my entrance.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmurs.
“I told you, I want it rough.”
Still, he’s careful as he thrusts in little by little, sliding a fraction of an inch deeper each time.
When he grazes that sensitive spot again, my own cock decides it hasn’t had enough and begins to stiffen again.
Soon he’s buried in me up to the hilt.
And fuck me, but something about the way he fills me up is more satisfying than any sex I’ve ever had before.
“You all right, baby?” he asks.
“’Course.”
He lingers there for a long moment, dipping his head to kiss me as I savor the way I can feel every inch of him buried deep inside me.
Then he’s thrusting into me, and he’s not gentle at all this time. It hurts, but in the most incredible way. This is everything I’d ever craved. Nothing else matters except the rhythm of Dex pounding into me, his pupils blown out with lust, his knees bracketing my hips.
I thought it couldn’t get better, but it does, because he wraps a hand around my cock and jerks me off in time with his thrusts. I’m getting close again, and I want to hold back as long as possible, because I’m terrified that this will end and I’ll never get to feel Dex inside me again.
Soon he rocks against me, thrusting in twice more as he comes. His groan of pleasure is enough to finish me off, cum dripping down Dex’s hand where it’s still tight around my cock.
“Fuck, Korren,” Dex groans. He pulls out gently and then drapes himself over me, his body smothering mine in the most wonderful way. I lock my arms around his back, not thinking about what this means or what comes next, just certain that in this moment, drunk and hazy with pleasure, I never want to let go of him.
Chapter 38
Dex
Korren cuddled with me again last night.
I shouldn’t have fucked him. I should’ve stopped him since he was drunk and I was taking advantage of him.
But when he begged for it, I couldn’t fucking resist.
Now I’m not sure if I’ve ruined things between us or repaired them.
Even without looking at the time, I know my alarm is about to go off, and it’s a damn shame. Korren is sleeping with his back to my chest, my arms tight around him, and I’ve got a hard-on that’s pressed against his ass. Which is still bare. Neither of us put any clothes on last night.
