Page 187 of Shadowman
“Come with me…” I breathe by his ear, shaky and ready to erupt. “Comeinme.”
“You’re so needy, baby,” he whispers, lifting his face to lock our eyes. He looks out of his mind with lust. “My big, sexy cumslut.”
“You w-want mine t-too…” I shudder with our cocks slipping and sliding. “Thirsty bitch.”
He huffs, the sexiest, raspiest chuckle as his middle finger swirls in my ass. “No talking, bad boy.” Barely lubed, another stuffs inside, and I grunt, abs clenching.Fuck,I’m so fucking close…
A quiet moan flees my mouth, and he swallows it. My tongue peeks out to lick a droplet of water from his upper lip, and he swipes his tongue over mine. I lick him back, and the next thing I know, we’re just fuckinglickingeach other’s lips and tongues, and it’s so fucking weird, but sohot, andfuck me, I’m gonna come so fucking hard…
Despite the water running cold, we’re surrounded by steam. Dripping wet, grunting and gasping. Our skin is burning, and I’mfalling…
Trevel’s hand works hard in my ass to get me there, my legs spread to welcome him finger-fucking my needy hole while I fuck his dick and he fucks mine. I feed my cock into his foreskin so deep, I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. He crumbles intome, sobbing into my mouth, and I think I’m hurting him. Until I realize that he’s coming.
He’scoming, all the fuck over my cock.
It’s the most incredible sensation of my life, and it immediately sets me off. I’m overpowered by a typhoon of an orgasm.Fast. It incapacitates me, and I fuckingerupt. Gloriously. Painfully. Spiritually.
UnlikeanythingI’ve ever felt before.
“Uhhhffuuck…Trevel.” I cry his name, because I have to. He’s my god, and I’m singing hymns right now. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,oh God, Trevel,Baby,I’m fucking coming in your…big… fucking… cock.”
“Shh… quiet, baby…Jesus bloody Christ, it’s never felt like this.” He’s collapsing into me, wrapped around me like he’s melting all over my body, taking all of my hot, aching orgasm inside his cock while he shoots his into mine. “How does it… feel so…Mmm, Byron, sweet furious boy… Milk it out… Just… like…that.”
My hand shakes as I hold us still, and we pulse and throb, twitch and convulse. Filling his skin, flooding his dick with my juicy seed. I’m barely done as he’s pushing his hips forward to stuff mine with both of our cum. I hold tight, keeping us joined while we slip and slide, working all that slickness around both of our swollen heads. It’s spilling out, dribbling everywhere. A big, sloppy, kinky mess. And Iloveit.
I fucking love this.
So filthy, sodepraved. The sweet, furious sex we make together is so far beyond what I ever imagined having… It’s rearranged the makeup of who I am.
It’s never been likethis. Not with anyone.
This is what I’ve always needed… And only the sexy British boy with the purple eyes gives it to me.
Trevel sighs and shivers, smooshing me against the wall. His fingers slide out of my ass, and I hum at the loss. Both of our eyes open slowly, dark lashes fluttering at one another as he lifts his hand and sucks on his fingers… The ones that were just in my ass.
I have no words.
There’s nothing that could ever express how this man makes me feel. It’s baffling. Amazing. But terrifying.
This is bad…
I think I’m getting… attached.
“I want to keep you in me,” he breathes, forehead on mine.
“I don’t think that’s hygienic.” I grin, and he chuckles.
“Shh… Quiet, Raph. Don’t ruin it.”
The water running frames my steadying heart rate. And I bite my lip, watching his mouth.
What is this…?
When I finally release our dicks, I pet his, giving it a gentle caress that makes him smile. Then my other hand trails up his throat.
Who are you, Trevel Fenwick?
The connection hasn’t been severed yet. It’s weird… Usually, the moment the orgasm high wears off, all the insecurities sneak back in. The rampant doubt and questions.
