Page 78 of The Defiant Curse

Only, Michael ignored him, and instead, he focused on giving the man one hell of a blowjob.

They were, after all, making memories.

The whole time, Graham held on, knowing that he needed to because displeasing his Top wasn’t happening.

He shook.

Oh, and he kept shaking.

At that very moment, as his thighs quivered from the sheer will to stay in control, Michael took that as a personal challenge and shoved him over the edge, making him cum.

“Oh, fuck!” Graham shouted as he took that tumble into the pleasure.

Oh, and it was one hell of a tumble, too.

Colors exploded.

His body floated.

Only, it wasn’t going to last very long, and he knew it. His very bossy Top was going to make him earn each and every one going forward.

And he was right.

Graham was out of breath like he’d run a marathon, when all he’d done was lie on his back.

As Michael moved back over him, his own cum was dripping onto his flesh, a sign of how turned on he was. Oh, and Graham wanted his cum all over him.

He craved it.

“My only,” he whispered, saying the title he’d given him years ago.

It made Michael smile.

Those were words he’d never tire of, and he was ever so grateful to have him call him that.

It was a badge of honor.

A huge one.

Because he wanted him to always know that would be his role, and that he had one in his life too, he shared with him the same sentiment.

“My one,” he vowed.

Yes, yes, he was, and he’d always be that.

“Forgive me,” Graham said, confusing his man.

Well, until he moved.

See, Michael might be an Archangel, but he was Black Watch, and he could hold his own. He played bottom, but this bottom sometimes liked being ON TOP.

Grabbing him, he flipped him off of him, so he could ride his body to the top.

It made Michael laugh.

How could it not?

“Oh, no, sexy man, don’t manhandle me in bed. What ever shall I do?”