Page 79 of A Little More Hope

Easing out, his full length dragging along my channel, he snapped his hips and thrust inside again, and my inner muscles enclosed him, melding to his cock, sucking him into my heated depths, sending wave after wave of pleasure rocking through me, flooding my soul.

I’d never get enough of this—of him. Never.

My hand clasped with his, I arched my ass even more, sinking him in deeper.

“Can’t get enough,” I moaned. “Need you closer.” His mouth mauled mine, his hunger rising as he kept up the continuous glide, his thrusts slow, languorous, never rushing. I wanted the feeling to last forever, him buried in my body, connecting us heart and soul. He sent me higher with each slow, measured drive of his cock, building the pressure until I lost my mind.

Matching his thrusts, my fingers digging into his arm, I needed more but couldn’t form the words, my brain too scrambled to think. Sensing my frustration, Mason lifted up, taking me with him, never losing our connection, pulling us up together in one sinuous movement until I was on all fours, and he rested on his knees behind me.

“You might want to hold on,” he told me, his voice thick, sending shivers dancing along my skin.

Stretching my arms, I grabbed the poles on the headboard and held on tight. He didn’t wait a second longer, gripping my hips, pulling all the way out before punching hard into me over and over. Increasing the pace, his cock moved in and out faster, harder, and my sphincter automatically clamped tight, refusing to release him whenever he retreated from my ass.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, as he upped the pace again, fueling the fire, making me burn. “God, yes, fuck me.” He obliged, pumping fast and deep, sending me closer to the abyss, destroying all thought, leaving only him.

Mason’s hand slipped around my waist and took hold of my aching cock in his strong hand. His grip punishing as he rapidly jerked me off. My balls tightened, my spine going rigid, fire sizzling along my heated skin. It was too much at once. Too much sensation, too much pleasure, and with his cock powering so hard and deep, too much for me to hold on any longer.

“I love you,” he ground out as he gave one hard thrust, burrowing deep enough to reach my soul. The power of his statement along with a single torturous twist of his hand—I was a goner. Throwing my head back, I tried to scream but, too overwhelmed, nothing came out. Mouth open in a silent wail, my vision dimmed as my orgasm was torn from my body. My dick erupted with long jets of cum ripped from my balls with the intensity of our fucking, splattering the sheets beneath me.

Above me, Mason shuddered, his movements erratic until he gave one final punch of his hips and came on a roar. His cock swelling, shooting deep, coated my walls with his essence and sent aftershocks rocking through my system. He kept thrusting again and again, his orgasm riding him, releasing more cum, marking me, owning me, loving me.

Arms finally giving out, he flopped down heavily on top of me, causing me to wince a little from the pressure on my ribs, but I didn’t care as he wrapped himself lovingly around my body, holding me close. His cock remained buried deep in my ass, pulsing, releasing the last traces of cum, uniting our bodies. I floated in a sea of pure ecstasy, wanting to stay like this forever, entwined for the rest of our lives.

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Snuggling up against Mason’s warm body was the same as lying in front of an open fire. He burned hotter than anyone I’d ever met, and I liked nothing better than being wrapped tightly around him, his strong arms hugging me close as the early morning rain battered at the windows.

Last night had been amazing, and I constantly had to pinch myself to ensure I was awake and not dreaming, and this reality was truly my life. Shifting to look at him, I studied the man beside me. His handsome face relaxed in sleep caused me to release a deeply contented sigh. His pale complexion had improved since being here, his skin achieving a lovely golden glow. The tips of his hair were sun bleached, his eyebrows a shade lighter. He looked so at peace my heart skipped a beat at the thought I may have had something to do with making him feel that way.

I gently pushed away the few strands of hair that had flopped onto his forehead. I’d never get over how silky soft they were. His hair was so thick and luxurious I’d run my fingers through it any chance I got.

He moved his head, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. I inhaled, waiting for the moment he opened his eyes. My pulse thumped as two ice-blue orbs searched me out. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, and the best part, the most unbelievable part: he was all mine.

“Good morning,” I greeted, kissing the end of his nose. The slow smile he returned was all sleepy and, oh, so sexy. Yawning, he rolled to his back, his thick arm muscles flexed as he drew his hands above his head and stretched himself awake before enfolding me in their embrace again moments later.

“Morning,” he replied, his husky voice relaxed and lazy.

This, right here, I wanted more than anything else. To wake up beside the man I loved each day for the rest of my life meant the whole world to me.

“What time is it?”

“Seven,” I replied, snickering at his groan. “Why don’t you go back to sleep for a few more hours? You were busy last night and need your rest.” We’d made love over and over throughout the night until we were both satisfied and exhausted.

“We were up rather late,” he agreed, rubbing his morning wood along my thigh.

“You’re up now,” I said, shaking my head at him. “You’re insatiable.”

He sighed expansively, clearly liking the fact he was a bit of a stud. “I have a lot of time to make up for as I’m a gay newbie.”

I snorted at him inelegantly. “I don’t think you have any worries in that department.”

“From what the guys tell me, gay people have sex all the time.” He leaned in and licked up my neck, making me shiver, my nerves still heightened from all the previous night’s activities. “I wouldn’t want to let the side down, now would I?” He gently nibbled my earlobe, his breath warm in my ear. “Hmm, Ash?”

What was he saying again? “Um…”

His hand moved from my chest to slide under the covers. Big fingers wrapped around me, giving slow methodical pulls. “I’m not distracting you, am I?”

“Nope, not at all,” I tried to state firmly, but the words came out low and husky.

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