Page 6 of Hot Rucking Canadian

“More?”

“Yes.” No missing the pleading tone.

So I did what I was best at—drilled him into the mattress.

I thrust, over and over. I pushed him higher and higher. I gave him zero surcease as I gave him everything he clearly wanted.

Chasing my own orgasm was always pleasurable, but I wanted him to come with me. “Jerk yourself.”

He stuck his hand under himself and started jerking himself to the punishing rhythm I set.

Please come. Please come. Please come.Sometimes I might come before my partner, but I preferred ensuring he’d had his pleasure first. Being a Dominant, and even on occasion a sadist, was fun. Even more fun was tumbling over when the guy was in the throes of his own orgasm.

He slowed his pace.

“Faster. I want you to come. Like, right now.” I injected just the right amount of command into my words.

Which worked because just three tugs later, he came.

Spectacularly.

And as he spasmed around me, my own orgasm took hold. “Thank fuck.” I emptied into him, even as he continued to shudder his release.

“Oh my God.” His words came in panted breaths.

I grinned.Nope. I’m not God. But that experience was divine.

By the time my orgasm waned, I was damn nearly boneless. I slipped from him, and then flopped to the mattress beside him.

He moaned again as he rolled to his side, facing me. He stretched his legs, sighed, then met my gaze. “That was…”

“Yeah.”

“And you…?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He smiled. “That’s good. That’s really good.” His eyes drifted shut.

Okay. Not really what I expected. Maybe he was one of those guys who went to sleep right after sex. Personally, I preferred to bask a little.

Often, though, the guy just wanted to leave. Or wanted me to leave.

Marshmallow’s breathing deepened.

I chose not to be offended. Instead, I congratulated myself for giving him a great orgasm. Slowly, I removed the condom. Then I slid from the bed. I tossed the condom into the trash, pulled the comforter over the guy, put my clothes back on, and slipped from the room.

Man, I could rob him blind and he wouldn’t know until he woke up.

I wouldn’t, of course, I wasn’t that kind of guy. But I worried he might one day hook up with a guy who would take advantage.

After donning my boots, I put on my jacket. I was just about to exit when movement caught my eye.

A black cat lazily strolled down the hallway toward me. Its brown-gold eyes never left mine as it meandered.

“You’re just as trusting as he is.” I whispered the words, even though the bedroom was on the other side of the condo.

The cat plopped onto its butt and gazed at me. Assessing. Judging.

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