Page 56 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Jesus.Now. I won’t last.” He breathes into my neck, biting me again. His dick looks ready to blow with no provocation other than when I do some wicked moves to his gland.

I wrap up and he makes my stomach hot when Sage is the one to stroke lube over my condom covered shaft.

It’s the point of no return.

Am I gonna fuck him?

My body is in charge and has no hesitation. We clash eyes, his chest heaving as I push mine into his back. He bends his knee and half rolls onto his stomach, not too far that we break our eye-lock.

There’s no question whether I will fuck him.

I have to.

Ineedto.

His groan thickens the tension.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Praying he doesn’t, because only halfway inside him and I’m ready to lose my load.

It’sincredible, and I groan into the back of his head, smelling apples as always.

“Oh, god. Couldn’t you have had a pencil dick?”

Laughing next to his ear, I give it a bite to hear his moan as I work in and out slowly before I’m able to push the last of my inches inside. My lungs exhale. Holding onto his belly, he clutches my arm and bends into me, sending pleasure down my spine. “Sorry for being hung like a horse.”

“You wish,” the hot shit. His forehead meets the bed and I move in deeper so he’ll make that sexy sound again.

He’s so goddamn snug I’m ready to lose it, but I’ll chew the inside of my cheek off before I let that happen.

“I need to move,” I husk, “you okay?”

The look Sage gives me over his shoulder is one that squeezes my balls and almost shoves me into oblivion before I’ve even thrust once.

It’s fire.

And fury.

“You ask all your casual fucks that?”

“As a matter of fact I do, I’m not acompleteprick.”

Sage’s laugh morphs into a groan when I move.

God, fucking, damn. I’ve never felt this good before, this insane to screw my brains out.

“More,” he moans. “God. Keep going.” His inaudible curses go on the faster I get, the more confident I feel taking a guy when his sounds spur on my own.

Every time I go a certain depth, his back arches into my chest and he wheezes like I’ve stroked heaven. I take my cues from him.

We move in sync, it’s like we’ve always been this way and it messes me up so fucking much that I have to lock my brain down.

“Finn…oh, god.” He breathes, turning his head. The wild vampire goes crazy on my throat, licking my Adam’s apple while my hand starts in on his cock. He’s thick and steel hard—harder than ever and dribbling over my fist.

“You close?”

I’m closer than ever and I squeeze my eyes shut, throwing my hips forward and our groans this time are one of torture. I can’t believe how good he feels under me. His frame is solid and fits against mine perfectly. Not muscular, but lean, and his strength is turning me on.

“Yes.Jesus.” Sage’s head falls to the mattress. I push him to his stomach and mount over him, resting my arms up around his head. I bury my mouth in the back of his neck, sucking the apple scent directly from the source.

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