Page 78 of A Little More Hope

“Someone’s been shopping,” he commented.

I grinned. “Precautions.”

“Just the lube, Mase. I want to feel all of you again,” he said huskily.

Hard need fired down my spine, overpowering my senses. “Yes,” I agreed, my voice rough, aching.

Discarding the condom and flicking open the top of the lube, I poured some over my fingers. Ash pulled his legs up and open, making my body quiver at his eagerness. We both needed this connection, this loving bond, securing us for the future.

Lightly tracing around his hole, the ring of muscle clenched briefly when I caressed the center. Pushing more firmly against him, my finger disappeared, easing steadily all the way in, his groan confirming how much he enjoyed the feel of me. Pulling out until only the tip remained nestled inside him, I added one more finger and pressed back inside. Hot inner muscles clenched around my digits, making the glide a little tighter, a little more intense.

“You feel so good, Ash,” I praised him, my voice deep and rough.

Adding a third finger, I twisted them, searching for the spot that I knew drove him wild. I found and caressed his prostrate, making his whole body arch in ecstasy, his deep moan filling the room.

“There, oh God, right there. Fuck!”

Pulling my fingers all the way out, the sphincter muscle clenched tight. I waited a second and entered him again, repeating the maneuver—pulling all the way out, pushing all the way in, over and over.

His head shot up, glazed eyes locking with mine. “Jesus. Where did you learn to do that?”

“What, this?” I did it again, faster this time.

“Holy fuck, yes.”

I gave a dirty chuckle. “I might have watched a few gay porn videos when I was at my apartment.”

The grin I got back was absolutely filthy. “I definitely need to hear all about that,” he said. “We can work through them to—” He never finished his sentence as I gave a savage twist, my fingers heavy on his gland. “Fuck, fuck.” Writhing against me, meeting my every thrust, sweat dripping down his skin, his body was so ready for more.

Removing my fingers and taking hold of his hips, I lifted to turn him over. Getting the message, he flipped onto his front, settling in the sheets, allowing me to get a good look at his toned back and the gorgeous tight ass I constantly fantasized about.

“Beautiful,” I whispered as my eyes feasted on the perfectly round cheeks with the cute dimples. Taking my finger, I lightly traced from Ash’s neck down the center of his spine. He purred, the muscles shifting under my touch. Swirling around his crease, I slid in between, two of my fingers dipping inside his hole, muscles squeezing around me.

“Ahhhhh,” he moaned before begging, “Please, Mase.”

Generously lubing up and crawling along his body until we aligned, I placed the engorged head of my cock at his entrance and slowly sank into his welcoming heat. Firm muscles clamped down hard around me as I continued my descent, sending electricity racing along my skin. Not stopping until I was fully seated, my cock deep in his ass, my body molding perfectly around his.

Ash’s satisfied groan came out long and loud.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ash

Closing my eyes, I shivered as Mason’s cock nudged at my hole and pushed forward. He opened me wide, his thick girth stretching me to my limits, making me feel as if he’d split me in two. The burn was so intense, so close to pain I almost begged him to stop. Almost. But I wouldn’t, needing him as far inside my body as he could go, knowing any current discomfort soon would turn into the purest of pleasures. With his bigger body laying over mine, encompassing me, I took hold of the pillow beneath me and gripped tight, arms straining, riding it out, wanting everything with this man.

Sweat painted my body as the stretch grew more intense, but Mason never wavered, sinking deeper and deeper until his balls rested against my ass cheeks and we were completely connected, my lengthy moan one of total, blissful satisfaction, the only sound.

I could have stayed there for eternity, joined so intimately together, knowing I was home. In all the times I’d had sex in the past, nothing compared to the feeling of being with Mason and the connection we’d created. He shifted slightly, sending delicious shockwaves through my body, radiating to every single cell. The feeling of being so close, having him so deep, overwhelmed me.

His arms on either side of my head, he nuzzled my neck, licking the damp skin before sucking at the flesh, sending sizzles of pleasure along my nerve endings. Needing to see him, I turned my head and, this close, easily followed the play of emotions on his face. Desire burned bright, along with heat, but as his gaze met mine, love radiated above all else.

“I love you, Ashton,” he said softly, then lowered to take my mouth, the movement pushing his hips forward, making me gasp and sending him even deeper. My eyes fluttered shut as I arched into him, needing his lips on mine.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

Our tongues met, caressing, licking. mine chasing his into his luscious mouth, always craving more, the feel of him, his firm lips, his unique taste. My pulse thrummed as the kiss went on and on, drugging me, making me high. When one of his arms slid down my neck to grip along my chest, my blood set on fire, and I knew I was about to be owned.

“Mase” was the only word I needed to say for him to start moving.

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