Page 127 of Lovers Like Us
Fuck,I want to pound my cock into him. I grit my teeth, but my hips arch into Maximoff oninstinct.
He bites down, turned on, and his eyes narrow in a glare. Drilling hot into me. “Fuck me, man,” he almost growls out in pleasured agony, his gnarled groan fistingme.
Fuckfuck.My ass flexes, and I drive the dildodeeper.
His neck is strained in desire. “God.” His eyes almost roll. “Harder.Harder.”
I’ll take him being bossy over him being afraid every day, every night. I catch his lip between my teeth, then I move rougher. I grind againsthim.
And I fill him. I can tell he’s used to this because he tries to reach for it, but he remembers that I’m controlling thespeed.
He just lets go. His hand returning to my bicep.Trusting.
I kiss him strongly, and I pump thetoy.
His head tries to hang back. “Fuck,” hegroans.
I tuck a pillow beneath his ass. Lifting him up, and when I drive into him again, his legs vibrate, overwhelmed, hitting the most sensitivespot.
Fuck,Maximoff.
Our erections stand at attention against our hard chests, and each time I thrust forward, we rub together. I time my movements with the toy, and his face reddens, cagingbreath.
My nose flares, sweat blistering my skin. I’m walking the same edge he’son.
“Farrow,” he chokes, his eyes try to rollagain.
Fuck,I can’t stoplookingat him, his arousal primal and raw; it’s sending me to a new height. Our pre-cum wets his chest, mychest.
Our mouths brush as I rock forward, close. Fucking close—he makes a noise he’s never made before, almost a wolfishwhimper.
“Oh, fuck,” Maximoff moans. “Come onme.”
I am roped into his fucking existence. I pump my hips faster, the friction like a hand, and he lets go of my bicep just to stroke me. That pressure—I jerk forward.Fuckfuckfuck.I come, dripping, and his chestglistens.
I groan, my waist rocking. I push the dildo deeper, and his mouth breaks, head tilted. Contracting around the toy in a prostate orgasm. I wish that were mycock.
His eyes puncture the ceiling in a glare and then roll back.There’s my favorite cum-face.
I grip him just like he gripped me. His muscles spasm, and he comes on our chests. I could easily hardenagain.
But I focus more on him as he comes down. He looks satiated, content. I start smiling.Good.
I ease the dildo out of Maximoff and set it aside, then wipe my hands and chest with a towel. He sits up a little more and stretches out his legs, interlacing withmine.
Still on top, I clutch the velvet armrests next to his shoulders. Watching him eye me, more intense. He’s staring at me like I’m more than afantasy.
“I’m real,” I breathe, causing his breath to shallow, “and older, stronger,wiser—”
“Thank you,” he says dryly, “for those additionallies.”
My lips quirk more. “Anytime, wolfscout.”
New Year’s Eve fireworks blast in the city night. Loudbangsstrike the air, and the sparkling light flickers through the window and illuminates the five-starsuite.
More than the nice shit, I’m enrapt in the fact that he made this view happen for me. When he doesn’t do this for anyone. The gesture thunders in mycore.
Maximoff hones in on my mouth, and I readkiss me, manin his forest-greens.
