Page 49 of Wreck Me

He’s not wrong, it feels phenomenal. My body is like putty in his hands as he drills his dick inside me over and over, holding me in place as I accept each and every one of his powerful thrusts.

Carter falls over me, his chest collapsing on mine, and it feels so good to have him flush with me, skin on skin. I grip him hard, my hands pulling him impossibly close, as I seek out his mouth. He meets me in the middle, tongue slipping behind my lips in a kiss so fucking good it seers.

“I need to come,” I practically beg.

“Stroke it. Get yourself there. You’re gonna come with me as I fill you up.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Carter lifts slightly, giving me just enough room to grab my dick, stroking it hard with each of his thrusts.

“Just like that. Look at you, Finn, so hard for me. You like me filling your ass?”

“Yes! Don’t stop.”

His hands are all over me, and it’s such a contrast to the man I arrived here with. Who’d take every bit I offered him but wouldn’t give anything in return. Now, he’s inside my body, edging me closer and closer to a life-changing orgasm. How can so much change in forty-eight hours?

“I’m never gonna get enough. You feel so damn good, baby.”

Baby.

It’s all too much. His dirty mouth, the press of his sweaty, naked body against mine, his hands roaming over every inch of my skin. My orgasm comes on fast and hard, my balls drawing up close to my body, my dick thickening, my spine tingling.

“Fuck, Carter, fuck! I’m coming!” I moan.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, look at you, making a mess like such a good boy.”

My entire body shakes as cum spills from my cock in thick ropes. Carter’s hand moves to my abdomen, dragging his fingers through my mess before lifting it to his mouth. He comes a moment later on a long, drawn-out groan while he sucks my cum off his fingers.

“Fuuuuuck.”

His cock throbs in my ass as he spills inside me, filling the condom with his cum. By some miracle, Carter manages to hold himself back when he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. With him still deep inside me, his hands grab my face, cradling it, my arms wrapping aroundhis body in return. My heart is pounding, a humming sound buzzing between my ears as worry starts to claw at my chest. It’s the most vulnerable I’ve been in years, and it scares the shit out of me.

“Please don’t freak out. I can’t—I can’t handle it if you freak out right now,” I whisper, my words barely audible.

“I won’t,” he whispers back, his lips brushing against mine. “Thank you.”

“I’ve never been thanked after sex before.”

“You know what I mean. I needed an outlet and you didn’t hesitate to give it to me. This . . . ugh. This is different, Finn. I don’t want you to think I just used you. I wanted this. Wanted you. Thank you for giving yourself to me like this.”

His words find their home deep within my heart, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear them. I let myself relax in his arms, hoping like hell he means it.

“What do you wanna watch? I’m in the mood for Marvel.”

“Hell yes. I’m good with that. You good withSpiderman?”

Carter looks at me like I have ten heads, and I don’t understand. It’s not too much of a stretch that two men in their mid-twenties likeSpiderman, especially since we both seem to enjoy Marvel. But . . .

“Spiderman’smy favorite.”

Okay, maybe that’s a coincidence.

“Mine too. Which one? I swear I’ll punch you in the nuts if you say the wrong one.”

Carter cups his package with both hands and braces himself for an attack.

“Are you serious? Tom Holland is the best. Go fuck yourself if you think differently.”

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