Page 60 of Chased By the Fairy

“Right there, Cypress.” Sorrel’s words cut off when he moaned before he tried again. “Don’t stop, you feel so good there.”

The tip of his shaft must be hitting directly against that special place inside him that had him coming wildly before. Gritting his teeth, Cypress tried to slam in harder. To grind into it so he could make Sorrel lose his mind beneath him again.

I want him lost. I want him as crazed as I feel.

Sorrel clutched at the sheets with one hand and dug his nails into Cypress’ neck with the other. His head lolled to the side, as moan after moan came from his pretty mouth.

Cypress’ mind was filled with the fragrance of his husband’s jasmine scent, as well as the naughty hint of salty semen.

All he’d wanted was to do this with Sorrel. To have this beautiful man lose himself from his cock. To touch, be touched, give pleasure, and receive it. And to have himself be accepted as Cypress lost all sense of control and fucked into him with such rough movements that still had Sorrel squirming with delight.

“Cypress.” His jaw muscles clenched at Sorrel moaning his name loudly on open lips. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He darted his hand to remove Sorrel’s from gripping the bedding and placed it around his bobbing cock.

“Stroke yourself for me.”

He needed Sorrel to lose his mind so he couldn’t tease Cypress with such heartwarming words. Cypress wanted him so mindless he could do nothing but gyrate his hips against him and pitifully moan. He wanted him naughty and desperate.

Sorrel’s hand tried to move away, but he just gripped harder and helped him to stroke. Only when Sorrel took over did he grip his hips with both hands firmly once more.

Sorrel’s strength sagged like he was too heavy under the burden of sensations Cypress was feeding him. His ass clenched more, his hips rocking while he stroked faster.

Yet, he moaned and slowed as his body visibly gave a tremor.

“Don’t stop stroking,” Cypress demanded.

Just the idea that Sorrel was masturbating beneath him, likely over what Cypress was doing to him, thrusting with hard slams, had him seeing fucking stars. Cypress wanted him to love this, to enjoy it so much he became hungry for it every waking moment.

“It’s too much,” Sorrel whimpered with such a husky voice that it was deep and lovely, and had Cypress shuddering all over.

“Come for me again.” Cypress wanted to feel it, needed to feel it.

Sorrel tried to sync his strokes along his shaft with Cypress’ thrusts, bringing his hand in as he thrust in. Sorrel’s shoulders shook, just as his body slipped forward like he went limp with bliss.

Cypress followed him as he shoved his cock further inside to stroke the entire length.

Sorrel gave in, stroking fast, while his hips jerked to meet each of Cypress’ thrusts. He grinned, delighted Sorrel was helping, was seeming to grow more needy for his release.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt it. When Sorrel’s ass mercilessly clamped around his cock. It felt like it was trying to suck him inside, to milk him, as Sorrel moaned so loudly his voice broke.

A shudder tore through him. As Sorrel emptied his balls on his stomach and chest, Cypress couldn’t resist that phenomenal clutch the second time. Releasing his hips, Cypress lowered tolie over him, shoving them together, as he started filling Sorrel when his own orgasm tore through him.

His pumps became shorter, small bursts, as he ground in deep and hard. Their sweat-slicked bodies slipped over each other’s as he hugged Sorrel to him. Sorrel clawed at his back as he came, likely cutting through his soft skin, and Cypress’ moans grew more broken in the bliss of pain.

Utter euphoria swept through his entire being while he poured liquid heat inside Sorrel’s body. He felt a deep bonding with Sorrel from finally being able to do so.How long I’ve waited.

Sweat tracked down his forehead and down his back, but it was the choking of his breath that had him gripping Sorrel tightly when his release ended. He buried his face into the side of Sorrel’s neck, uncaring to remove his weight from his new husband when he felt so good huffing wildly below him.

He even gave a singular last thrust into him with joy.

He’s mine. He will always be mine.And there wasn’t a single place within him that felt as though he’d made the wrong decision. This sex was amazing, and it left this heart swollen.

When his pleasure-scattered mind finally started to piece itself back together, he left kisses against Sorrel’s shoulders and throat. Then he nuzzled his short hair, taking in its softness, its length, the scent that came off the strands.

Why is everything about him so damn pretty?

He couldn’t understand how anyone in the world could think otherwise.I should make it a law that no one is allowed to think of Sorrel as anything but perfect.He was perfection.

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