Page 25 of Hot Rucking Canadian

Mine jumped at the contact.

He dove in for a kiss.

I grasped his cheeks and held on tight as I pulled him closer. Then I ran one hand down his flank. I cupped his ass and squeezed.

He moaned, then pulled back from the kiss. “That. I want more of that.”

I gazed into his eyes—darker because they were only illuminated by my bedside lamp. “So do I.”

He snagged the lube and condom. Then he scooted back so he could position himself between my legs. He rolled on the condom, then poured lube onto his fingers.

I grinned. I didn’t mind prepping myself, but the intimacy of someone else doing it always warmed my heart just that little bit. I spread my legs farther apart, giving him unfettered access.

His matching grin made my spirit soar.

He slid his index finger in.

“Oh, you can do better than that.”

After he cocked his head, he slid a second finger in.

“Better.” Said on a sigh.

He scissored as he sank deeper. “You like this?”

“Yeah.”

His finger brushed my prostate.

My cock jumped, leaking a drop of precum.

He leaned over to lick it off. “Yum. One of these days, I’m going to give you a blow job and it’ll rock your world.”

“We’ve got all night.” I grinned, yet felt the strain behind my words.Don’t push too hard.

“You’re right. We do.” He chuckled. “You’re young. I bet you have a short refractory period.”

I squinted.

“You get hard again quickly.”

“If I’m stimulated, then sure.”

“Right. Well, I’m not twenty anymore.”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“And I’m forty and you just made my point.”

He brushed his finger against my prostate again, and I gritted my teeth. “Keep that up and this will be over too soon.”

“Oh, you’re that sensitive?”

“You better believe it.” I gripped my hair. “I need to come. But I want you in me.”

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers.

I whined. Yep, actually whined.

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