Page 74 of Just Forever

“I missed your ass,” I say, palming the cheek and kneading it.

A soft chuckle leaves Lake’s lips. “I know you did, baby. So, get in there.”

My lips press against the nape of his neck, and I flick the soft skin with my tongue. I rub the pad of my thumb over his opening, and he pushes back. The head of my cock leaks against Lake’s ass cheek and leaves behind a trail of precum when I move.

“More,” he demands, pushing his ass up.

I bite into the soft flesh where his neck and shoulder meet.

“Dick,” he says, but he’s laughing.

I rub said dick against his opening.

“You called,” I say, and Lake laughs again.

“That was terrible.” He buries his forehead into his arms.

But then I start to push inside, and he’s not laughing anymore. I have every intention of going slow, but once the head of my cock is past the tight ring of muscle, Lake pushes back, and I sink inside him with a loud groan.

His long fingers wrap around one of the slats of the headboard, and my hand covers his. Our breaths are labored and loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I babble, nearly incoherent with pleasure. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Don’t you dare be gentle with me,” Lake replies in a tense, gravelly voice.

It’s a command, and I don’t have any arguments.

I pull almost all the way out and then snap my hips forward, sinking back inside him. It takes us no time to build up to a pounding rhythm. I thrust into him from behind, hips moving sharply, my balls smacking against his ass when I drive into him.

Soon we need both hands to brace ourselves against the headboard.

By now, I know Lake’s body almost better than my own. I know it drives him crazy with lust when I suck his earlobe into my mouth while I’m inside him. I know the growled out “Fuck” means he wants to jerk off, but I’m holding both his hands trapped on the headboard. And I know just how to angle my hips on my next thrust, so I hit his prostate.

“Ryk,” he pants while I pound his ass. “I need you.”

I swiftly turn us so we’re on our sides and snap my hips forward again.

He cries out.

I take his rock-hard dick in my hand.

“Come, baby,” I gasp into the side of his neck. “I need you to come.”

It’s as if he’s been waiting for the command, because he comes with a loud howl. He soaks my hand and the sheet below us and then collapses against me as shivers rack his whole body.

I wrap myself around him and push in as far as I can go. My cock jerks inside him as I spill my release, and then I collapse on the bed, Lake still wrapped tightly in my arms.

It takes us both several minutes of panting to come down from the high of the orgasm.

Eventually, I pull myself slowly out of him. Lake groans and closes his eyes. I can feel my cum on him, hot and slick. I play with his hole, gently inserting the tip of my finger and moving it around the rim.

Every now and then, Lake’s body trembles, and his muscles twitch, and he lets out soft, contented sounds.

It’s one of those moments when I love him so much that it feels impossible.

I found you. Out of the billions of people in the world, I found you, and you found me. How stupidly lucky did we get?

“I’m sorry about your game,” Lake says in a sleepy voice.

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