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“Yeah. I’m fine. Now fuck me, Mr. MVP.”
The little shit.
“No, you did not just say that with attitude when I have my dick up your ass, baby.”
Oh fuck, his snark is going to do me in. I pull out and give him what he wants, thrusting back in with a little more force.
Since he asked for it.
Fallon groans long and loud when I grind my pelvis against his ass. I’m all the way in. And it’s fuckingdeep. His breathing picks up, as does his moaning, and he pushes back against me when I begin to set a steady rhythm.
His breaths are punched out of him with each unforgiving thrust of my cock. His shiny black nails squeeze the bean bag as I relentlessly pound into him. I can feel the sweat drip down my temple onto Fallon’s back as I lean over him, trying to get a better angle so I can hit that spot inside him. I grab his thigh and bend his knee higher, allowing me to get deeper.
“Ungh!Oh fuck, Ry. Right there. Right there.”
Found it.
I don’t stop. Instead, I lean over him further, pressing more of my weight down and squishing his smaller frame as I fuck him into the bean bag.
Fallon grunts softly with every thrust, and it’s so fucking sexy. I ease back to watch my dick go in and out of his beautifully stretched hole. It’s fucking fascinating and so goddamn sexy. I grab onto one hip as I rub my hand up his back, caressing and massaging his smaller muscles as I fuck him a little less gently.
“Oh shit. Ry. I’m gonna come on the bean bag,” he grunts out.
Fuck!I didn’t even think about the fact that this was gonna get messy. I can’t get jizz on my new custom-made bean bag. But I can’t stop. There’s no way. No way in hell can I stop pounding into his tight ass right now. Not until I come.
Without stopping my movements, I grab the championship T-shirt he had custom printed for me. I put it on after showering in the locker rooms.
“Come on this,” I grit out, tossing it to him, unwilling to slow down.
Fallon takes it and shoves it underneath him, grabbing his dick and stroking himself in time with my thrusts.
Fuck, that’s hot.
He’s so hot.
“I love you. So. Fucking. Much.” I punctuate each word with a hard thrust into his pulsing ass, and he cries out, coming hard. His muscles squeeze me tightly, and my nuts draw up, spurting load after load into his clenching ass.
I fall, draping myself over his smaller body while we’re still joined together.
“I love you,” I repeat, nibbling on his ear, ensuring he knows it.Believesit. And I’ll keep telling him every day.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
FALLON
Ryder collapses on me, and I’m surrounded by his huge body, his cock still deep inside me. I feel safe. Sheltered. Secure.
He tells me he loves me again, but I struggle to feel worthy.
I think I can feel it too. Love. Through the numbness that still lingers. I know it’s there. I’m just not ready to say it.
And Ryder, being the amazing person he is, doesn’t pressure me or expect anything in return.
He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, my ass feeling tender. I stand up slowly, careful not to get any jizz on the bean bag. I wince at the soreness as Ryder’s cum oozes out of me and slowly drips down my leg.
“You okay, Blue? Should I look?”
“No,” I rush out, hustling to the bathroom to clean up in privacy.
