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“You.” I couldn’t claw up five coherent brain cells to form more than a word as he mewled and dipped his back, taking another of my fingers without protest.

I worked two fingers into him, finding his treasured spot that made him quake and whimper. “Cock. Just…fuck me already. Please.”

“Need to—” I gasped as he reached back, fingertips brushing my dick as he made a frenzied grab.

I slid my fingers free of him and guided my cock to his hole as his grab turned to his ass to spread himself for me, giving me a beautiful look at his gleaming slick hole swallowing me easily.

My hips took orders from my dick, not my mind, as I buried it into him with a flush thrust that made him claw and bunch the bedcovers with a pitiable cry of pleasure.

As if caught in a race, I braced my body over him, hand on his cock, the other supporting my weight. “B—brace yourself.”

He didn’t need to be told as he grasped at the blankets, arched his back, dipped his spine, forced his hips back, and moaned with careless abandon, as throaty and unthinking as he’d been our first time. I treasured the fact he’d been with so few people before me, so those moans he made were a rare treasure I could hold. Though somehow, I doubted he cried like that for another. Only me. “Mine.”

“Yours!” He knew his place, against me, impaled on my dick, with me, curled into my side.

He jerked his body in time with my thrusts and worked with me as I tugged at his cock, our pace haphazard, my every thrust audible and lewd. I needed to work my cum deep inside of him. I needed to claim him, to bree—no. I’d bred him already. Mine.

Like two halves of my brain warred, one wanting to claim, the other wanting to make it last. I needed to knot him, to untie him. I needed to be one with him as quickly as possible. Instinct told me so much more than my hand feverishly stroked his cock and my knot gained that familiar ache. So, it filled, the fullness of it catching his rim as I pushed in and out, making his body jerk at every thrust.

“I’m going to—” He barely got the words out before I thrusted deep and relished the throb and pulse as I emptied into him, leaving a claim inside his body, my scent against his back, my mark on his neck.

Mine. Mine. Mine! I locked so deep that my knot punished his prostate with every jerk of my hips.

He stifled a cry of pleasure, and I ground my hips in, forcing him into the mattress with all the need I’d buried for the weeks we’d gone without.

His breathy whimpers petered out as hot release coated my fingers, ass still clenching around my knot. But all I could do was decorate his shoulders with kisses as the last of my need subsided.

In the silence of post-release, we breathed as one, long minutes until I pulled free, leaving him slumped over the mattress edge, body limp and trembling.

“Are you okay?” I managed to ask. My heart thundered in my chest as he scooted up the bed and rolled onto his back, face heated and dazed. His curls, broken from his bun, stuck up at odd angles, and I bit my lip as he found his voice.

“You kept it?” His heaving chest shuddered.

“And you did, too. You were so wet. Haven’t you noticed?” I crawled onto the bed and helped him to situate, curling up to his side to run worshiping touches over his chest.

“I—” He hesitated. “Haven’t really felt all that horny, you know? I usually am a twice-a-week kinda guy, but yeah…”

“Am I a turnoff?” I couldn’t relate, because I was about the same, and since the book, had been crazy with need, but uncertain of whether I wanted to press the issue.

“No! I—” He pursed his lips. “I started to a few times, but it almost felt like cheating.”

“Dear heart, no. I would never consider that a breach of my trust.” I tilted his head toward mine and kissed him lightly. “Would you consider it a breach of yours if I did so?”

He shook his head. “It’s not a moral thing. I think jerking off is way better than having one-sided sex and using a partner like a toy.”

I nodded in agreement.

“But it’s been a mental block, like my dick gave up the ghost the moment it realized you weren’t around.” He stifled a snort of laughter, which I quieted with a soft kiss to his lips.

“Well… Feel free to ask. I’ve been dying to go again,” I said, relishing the way his hair piled around his face. I brushed my fingers over his cheeks and into his mane, loving the texture, two or so levels below my own tight curls. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Well, what I want right now is pizza and snuggles.” He yawned as he leaned into my touch. “I know I said I wanted to cook, but like…pizza.”

I searched around for my phone, hooking my foot off the bed to lift my pants and ransack the pockets for it. When I ordered things, I had to wait by the lot next door and intercept the deliveries. But at his place? “Chicago joes. Veggie or cheese?”

He frowned and glanced up at the ceiling. “Pepperoncini and anchovies.”

“Two separate pizzas it is!” I’d try a slice of his, but I knew I wouldn’t like it.