Page 94 of Heart Taker

“Damien.”

That wasn’t the way. I had other people’s back, but no one had mine. I didn’t need them to. I was used to being the caretaker, not the one in need of caring. I couldn’t let go. Not fully. Not ever. Who would be there to pick up the pieces when I shattered?

“Me,” Damien replied. “I’m the one who’s got you.”

“No one’s ever?—”

“I know,” Damien groaned, his voice hoarse. “Stop fighting it. Let go. I need you to let go.”

My climax spiraled higher and higher as I lost all control, fucking him in a frenzy, every touch, every groan, every word pushing me to my absolute limit. I chased the hard dick in my ass and the rough hand on my cock, so much pleasure, all my synapses firing at once.

“That’s it,” Damien encouraged. “So fucking sexy. All mine. And I’m yours. Mark me with your cum, Silas. Do it now.”

Damien’s order pushed me right over the edge, my balls pulling up tight. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Pleasure suffused my body as my orgasm unleashed, cum shooting out of my dick and hitting Damien’s chest, his neck, even his face.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Damien chanted as he fucked into me, every thrust like lightning striking inside of me.

Then his body went rigid as he came long and hard, the hot rush of cum filling up my ass.

Both of us were slick with sweat, gasping for air, and holding hard to each other. I collapsed on top of him, my stamina wiped out in the face of that incredible orgasm. I didn’t care that my cum was sticky between us, or that we’d be glued together in no short order.

“I’ve never come that hard before. I think you broke my dick,” Damien quipped as he wrapped his arms around me and clenched me tight.

Fucking hell, he better not let go of me. I was right where I belonged.

“Please God no,” I replied and gave his neck playful nip. “We were only supposed to break the bed.”

“The bed’s still intact, so I’d say we need to try again,” Damien replied and took my lips in a languid kiss. “And again, and again. Practice makes perfect.”

I silenced his teasing with my tongue.

“You’re not playing fair,” he whispered.

“I’m not playing,” I countered.

There were more kisses as we made out like horny teenagers. I didn’t know how much time passed, an hour, two, as we lay there together, neither of us in any hurry to leave each other or Damien’s bed.

Until my damn stomach growled.

Damien thought it was hilarious, and when I tried to swat his ass in retaliation, he laughed so hard he nearly rolled right off the bed and onto the floor. I caught him in time and proceeded to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him, which made us both smile.

“You promised me steak,” Damien insisted when I let him come up for air.

“So freaking demanding.” I chuckled. “Anything else?”

“Don’t put a shirt on.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

After we took a quick shower, I pulled on my cargo pants and Damien reached for his shorts.

“Damn shame,” I admitted as I eye-fucked him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get naked later.”

I reached for him, my arm snaking around his waist as I guided him out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. We paused every five seconds or so, unable to stop kissing, until we were both punch-drunk and out of breath.

By the time we made it to the kitchen, Damien and I were hot, the steaks were room temperature, and the beer was ice-cold. All around, it was… perfection. We worked in tandem as we prepared dinner, stopping only to trade kisses and lingering touches.

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