Page 300 of The Defiant Curse

“Keep my cum in your ass!” he ordered, as with one last slam home, that dam erupted.

Wave after wave of cum filled his man’s ass, as Michael stopped fighting it.

The whole time, he stayed above him.

Oh, and it took a few seconds for the whole place to stop spinning. He was being fueled by lust and a few too many beers.

“When I pull out, Graham, you better lock down that hole or later, you’ll not cum, but I will.”

The man whimpered.

As Michael dropped onto the bed, he pulled Graham into his body, his arms still bound behind his back.

He’d not been kidding.

He was staying that way.

As he held him, he nuzzled him.

“God, I love you,” he admitted. “Just when I don’t think I can love you more, I do.”

Graham was grateful for that.

“I love you too, Michael.”

Yeah, about that.

It was time for him to give the man the gift he’d had for him. While Ethan had bought his wife a necklace, he knew what Graham would love even more than a trinket. This was the perfect moment he’d been waiting for, too.

“I have something for you.”

Earlier that day, he’d put it under this bed, wanting to surprise him later.

“What?” Graham asked, lifting his head.

Michael brushed some of his hair from his face so he could see his gorgeous green eyes.

Reaching under the bed, he found the folder. Then, he opened it up after he got back into place beside Graham.

“This is for you.”

Since the man couldn’t take it, he held it and opened it so he could read it.

Michael knew exactly when he saw it.

Tears filled his eyes.

“You changed your name back for me?” he whispered. “For me?”

His husband nodded.

“I’m now D’Artangnan Saint Michael Graves, your husband.”

Graham was filled with so much emotion. He had tried to stop calling him D’Artangnan, but it was so difficult. He forgot in moments where he was distracted.

“Why?”

That was easy.