Page 70 of Misconduct Zone

“So needy for me. Mr. Dominant has a submissive, soft side just for me.” He coats his cock with lube.

“Just for you,” I agree and curse him for setting the rules that I cannot move without permission.

“Everything with you has been spectacular, and I hope this is good for you.” Dylon turns serious.

“Should I say you’re the best I’ve ever had even before you fuck me? That I could come from the sight alone of you about to enter me? Should I tell you how pretty you are?” I ask so he has no doubts.

It works.

“Tell me again after,” he says, pushing in an inch. I breathe out and concentrate on the pleasure on his face, not the initial burn.

“More,” I plead, unable to impale myself on him.

He braces a hand by my head. “I won’t go too fast or hurt you.”

“You are perfect. Now fuck me.” I growl, then add, “Please, I need to be full of you.”

That snaps his control, and he bottoms out, his entire body tense. “Fucking, fuckity fuck. I’m about to…” He inhales through his nose and blows the breath slowly out of his mouth in rhythmic breathing. His eyes pop open and find mine. “If I die right now, I’ve got zero regrets.”

“If you die now, I’ll bring you back to kill you again.” I am stretched full and ravenous for more. It’s been a long time, but this feels like the first time. Dylon is inside me. He unlocks sensations and emotions, making this a purely brand-new experience.

It’s a new beginning. A joining of our bodies and a commitment for the rest of our lives.

His hips roll, and my eyes disappear in my head with a grunt torn from my gut. He does it again, faster and slower, to find the pace that has me begging.

“Hold on to the headboard,” he instructs and pistons in and out of me, igniting more nerve endings as he hits my prostate at the right angle. Sparks become a raging fire, spreading from my ass outward.

My body, mind, and soul belong to him. He slows, lowering onto my chest, linking our hands and kissing me senseless. The shallow plunges aren’t enough, yet the sensations are too much. I’m so close to tipping over the edge, but he’s purposely holding me back to prolong our lovemaking.

No one has ever made love to me before, and that’s what this is. There’s no denying the expanse of the moment.

I’m babbling in a combination of Swedish and English. “Jag älskar dig. You own my heart. My body is yours.”

“You are my home. My love. My everything.” He levers up and picks up his pace. “Come first.”

My balls tighten, and I spill between us with a groan my ancestors can hear across the ocean. He follows, filling me with his cum.

Dylon collapses on me. “This will be a problem,” he continues before I can overthink. “How are we going to tell Coach that from now on we’re inseparable? Like, I’m not ever leaving your ass. It might make face-offs tricky, but once we get the rhythm down, it’ll be fine.”

“Yes,” I agree, kissing his sweaty head. “No one will notice. Once we get our rhythm.” I cant my hips and tighten around him. “All the fans will love it.”

“Fuck ’em all. I love it.” Dylon rocks his hips.

“You just want me to tell you how you blew my mind, and that was by far the best sex not only in the world but in the universe and galaxies far far away. And you are the prettiest swan I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Keep talking. You get extra points for movie references.”

Chapter 35

Dylon

Ihave no intention of leaving his body, but my dick doesn’t get the memo and eventually falls out with a gush of cum.

“I want it,” Lars demands, resurrecting my cock. “I’ve been deprived of nutrients and protein. Feed it to me.”

Holy kinky sexy man wants to eat my cum dripping out of his ass.

“Anything for you.” I scoop up a load, and he grips my wrist while sucking my fingers. I attack his mouth, desperate for the mix of our flavors.

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