Page 115 of The Prodigal Son

With a raspy chuckle, I bite gently on his left nipple. “When you do it, there is.”

“No, there is not.” His voice is breathy and tight as I switch sides and play with his other nipple. I can feel his cock hardening beneath me. And I refuse to believe it’s just the nipple play causing it.

“Come on,” I moan before biting it again.

He yelps and his back arches off the bed.

“Let me hear a little prayer,” I beg.

He grabs my hair and wrestles me to my back. With his body draped over mine, he boxes me in with his arms on the bed by my ears.

“I am not saying a prayer in bed,” he growls.

“Please, Daddy,” I whine, but he only shakes his head.

“That won’t work on me again.” Leaning down, he kisses my neck, and it lights a fire inside me. I’m smiling from ear to ear with my legs wrapped around his waist.

Jensen finds my hands and interlaces our fingers, pinning them to the bed above me. As he kisses his way down my neck and over my collarbone, I lose my jokes and witty comebacks. He certainly has his ways of shutting me up.

“Besides,” he mumbles before licking his way up my neck and putting his mouth next to my ear. “You’ll be the one talking to God when I’m done with you.”

I practically melt right into the mattress. “Fuck me,” I say on a gasp as goose bumps cover my body.

“I plan to,” he replies with a wicked grin.

His lips find mine, and he kisses me hard, grinding himself against me. When he has me nearly breathless, like a worthless aroused puddle beneath him, he reaches into my nightstand and retrieves the lube.

I love that we don’t need condoms anymore. I love that we’ve reached this point together, that we trust each other this much. I’ve never imagined a long-term relationship in my future, but I want that more than anything with Jensen. I want him in my life forever. And it might seem crazy to claim that after only a couple of months, but when I’m with him, it’s like all the broken parts of me are whole again. He is the glue.

He takes his time working me open. Kissing my neck and teasing my nipples, he presses my thighs up higher as he slides three fingers inside me. Honestly, he takes more time than he needs to. As if he’s so concerned about hurting me, and I love him for that. Not that I mind a little pain, but I have never felt more taken care of and protected in my life.

Jensen never takes, only gives. He never hurts, only heals. He is the redeemer. My salvation. My love.

I watch with adoration and arousal as he slides his boxer briefs off and settles between my legs. Lining up our cocks, he rocks against me as he looks into my eyes.

“I love you,” I whisper, staring up at him. With anyone else, I might be embarrassed to be so emotional or that they’ll notice the moisture in my eyes, but with him, I’m safe.

He touches his forehead to mine. “I will love you until the day I die.”

My eyes close and I have to swallow the lump building in my throat. Then, as we breathe the same air, he presses my legs up and eases his cock inside of me.

He slips past the ring of muscle, and I let out a groan. He quickly kisses it from my mouth while his hips thrust deep and slow.

“I was made for this,” he whispers as he presses my legs higher and pushes in deeper.

“We were made for this,” I reply breathlessly.

I am so incredibly full, and it’s a sensation I savor. Normally, with sex, I wanted it to be fast and hard because there was never a connection like this before. Never another person I wanted to be closer to. It was just about me and this achingneedto be desired, fucked, made for pleasure for others to derive. I used to have sex just to feel something.

Now, with him, it’s something else entirely. Sex isn’t dirty or filthy. It’s cosmic and beautiful. We are more than just two bodies—we’re two souls. We give without taking, a mutual pleasure that’s far more rewarding than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Jensen reaches between our bodies and wraps his hand around my cock. The motion of his thrusts drives his hand and when he pegs my prostate, a bit of cum leaks from the tip.

“God, yes,” I groan, clutching tighter to him.

Jensen chuckles as he grinds his hips upward at the angle that makes my body tense and my eyes roll.

“What is so funny?” I ask tightly while trying not to come too soon.

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