Page 93 of Blood on Ice

When he lowered himself a little more, I tried to lift my hips and drive myself into him, but his legs were clenching me too tightly.

“Give it up. Let me control this.”

“You’ve been sitting there for an hour.”

“Not even close.”

“How long can you—never mind.”

“How long can I hold myself like this? Do you really want to find out?”

“No. Goddammit, fuck me.”

He refused to move, holding himself halfway down on my dick. His thighs weren’t even shaking yet. Sweat rolled down my face. I wanted to grab hold of him and shove him down on my cock, but I also needed to show him that I could take anything he wanted to dish out.

“It’s not easy to wait, is it?”

“Fuck, no.”

He smiled, holding my gaze as he finally sank the rest of the way down. Moving achingly slow until he had all of me inside.

I blew out a long breath. “If you don’t fucking start moving now?—”

He rose up and drove back down, taking my breath.

“Like that?”

“Yes, you bastard, like that.”

I took hold of his hip with my good hand, gripping him tight and trying to make him ride me. He widened his legs, allowing me to lift my hips more, and after that, he didn’t go slow.

He rode me like his life depended on it, like the only thing important to him was to get my dick deep inside of him over and over again. His cock bobbed in front of him, and precum dripped onto my stomach. Finally, he took his cock in hand and started working himself.

“Are you going to fill me?” he asked. “Are you going to put your cum in my ass? Are you going to watch it drip back out of me, knowing you’ve marked me as yours?”

“Fuuuuuck!” I couldn’t hold back anymore, I drove my hips up into him, ignoring the pain from my ribs, and came again and again, filling him up just like he asked.

He jerked his cock faster, and he was coming before I finished. I loved the way his cum felt splashing on my chest.

When he was done, I really wanted to use my injured arm to lift him up, but I knew that would hurt like hell. “Turn around. You promised me I could watch my cum drip out of you.”

He smiled and did as I said, lifting himself off my cock, turning around and sticking his ass out. I watched as cum ran from his ass. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I scooped some up and sucked it off my fingers as he turned to look at me.

“You’re fucking filthy.”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

“I really do. Can I clean us up now?”

I grinned. “You don’t like messy?”

“I like messy in the moment, then I like to get cleaned up.”

I sighed as if it were a big imposition. “Fine, go ahead and take that lovely ass away from me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back in a second.”

He brought out a washcloth, cleaned us up, and tossed it back in the bathroom hamper before sliding into bed beside me. “I don’t even want to know how late it is.”

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