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“Me too,” I whispered.

He slammed his hips against mine and pushed himself in deep. I couldn’t think about anything in the world except the way he filled me and how much I wanted to come again already. He took his time swaying his hips, which had me chuckling, and I liked the way the bed moved and jounced us. My dick bounced and felt good with the motion, and my balls swayed in a different way than they did when he fucked me lying down.

“Harder, Thio,” I whispered.

He must have been waiting for me to say so because he speared himself into me. He wasn’t hitting my prostate directly like he did sometimes, but he also didn’t seem to be in a rush. We both needed this connection with each other right now. He fucked me at an easy pace, and the good twist of pleasure built deep inside at the root of my cock, different from the way it felt to get close to coming when I was jerking myself off. I moaned and pushed back against him, arching my ass, wanting him to hit that spot inside me harder. The evil laugh he gusted into my ear curled my toes.

“You need something, Manny?”

“Yes, and you’re the only one who can give it to me.”

He pressed in deep and stilled.

“Say that again.”

“You’re the only one who can give it to me?”

He groaned and let my wrists go. I gasped as he spun us. The feeling of freefall stole my breath, and I wasn’t prepared for the way he slammed me into the bed, but he just kept fucking me as we landed. The force drove my breath from me, but it made every other one of my senses go into overdrive. I’d never felt so good while he was inside me. He grasped my hips and jerked my ass high toward his body, pounding into me. I arched as much as I could for him and buried my face against the bed, wailing as he finally smashed my prostate with his cockhead. I twitched and fisted the blankets.

“Fuck, are you going to come again, hermoso?”

I nodded because that’s all I could do, and then heat exploded in my stomach and my balls felt so full. That delicious wave smashed through me again, and he fucked me faster, harder, exactly like he was getting ready to unload into my ass. I bit the blankets and thrust back to meet him with everything I had. Another wonderful wave of goodness rolled through me, not quite the same as an orgasm, but almost one. And then he reached around and ran his fingers roughly over my cock.

All my muscles clenched at the same time. My mind shut down and lightning sliced through my stomach. My balls pulsed and emptied, and thick ropes of jizz shot from me, but the fantastic relief of shooting my load was nothing compared to the jolts of pleasure that shook my arms and legs as he kept battering my prostate.

“Mierda, yes. Fucking, acaba para mí.”

Thio shoved in deep and stayed there, grinding. It almost hurt, but even that was good right now. He dropped on top of me and we stayed there like that.

“Manny? Don’t ever leave me. I wouldn’t survive.” He kissed the back of my neck.

“Never,” I whispered. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“You could go back to Pedregal,” he whispered. “You wouldn’t have to stay.”

I elbowed him until he rolled off me and turned to glare at him. “What?”

“Who do you think everything will belong to after the dust settles?”

Stupidly, I blinked at him and lowered myself to my back. I studied the ceiling, and he came to lie beside me, even though I was facing the wrong end of the bed. Eventually he managed to sneak his arm under my head, and I rolled in against him to take deep breaths of his musk and the sweat he’d worked up. He smelled like the ocean and sex and home. “If we get married, it’s all yours too.”

He cradled me closer. “I don’t need anything you inherit.”

“Neither do I. Everything I need is right here.”

He hugged me, one hand cradling the back of my head. As I was drifting off, I was pretty sure I smelled the tang of blood on him, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I only held him tighter and basked in the feeling of being safe. We fell asleep that way, on the wrong end of the bed, without any blankets on us.