Page 98 of Spiced!

He chuckled and slipped a finger inside me.

“AH!”

“Tight boy,” he said, wriggling his finger. “I like it.”

He worked back and forth, in and out, until I relaxed for his second finger. All the while, he leaned forward and kissed me, first my legs, then my arm, then anywhere he could reach.

I thought I might melt and never reform thoughts again. This man, God, this beautiful man.

Then his fingers slid out, and I felt him press against me again.

“Push out for me,” he said.

I cocked my head. I wasn’t a baby gay. I knew the drill.

“Just push out. Trust me,” he said.

So I did.

As he pressed forward, he whispered, “Now let go.”

As I released and he slid inside—and damn if that wasn’t the easiest—

“Oh, God!”

He’d slid all the way in. And he just sat there. Inside me. Deep inside me.

And stared down.

“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to squeeze so hard your dick cuts off.”

He nearly doubled over at that.

“Okay, stop laughing! I think you stabbed a lung.”

Of course, he laughed harder.

Asshole.

Then he shook his head, leaned down, and kissed me.

That damn bedroom tilted again.

He began thrusting, slowly, as his kisses grew needy once more.

All the way out.

All the way in.

Deeper.

Slower.

Then he lifted my legs and braced them on his shoulders.

His cock found its way even deeper inside me.

“Oh, right there. Adrian. Damn it. Fuck me. Right there. Please.”