Page 107 of Lorcan
“Yep.” I grinned. “I appreciate your enthusiasm.”
“And I love the idea that I’m going to be inside you without anything between us.”
We’d both gone for testing last week, and the results had been negative. Dr. McCauley had given me the green light to have unprotected sex—with a lecture about monogamy.
He’ll never have to worry about that. Pumpkin is mine forever.
In his every expression, every word, and every action, Lorcan let me know he felt the same way. This was aforeverthing.
We’d slipped on sleep pants and T-shirts, but those were quickly dispensed with.
I positioned myself in the middle of the bed and slowly spread my thighs. My cock curved upward and leaked a drop of precum.
He licked it, ensuring he dragged his tongue over my slit with exquisite slowness.
“Jesus.” I gritted my teeth.
He only grinned. Then he grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He held it up.
I nodded.
That grin widened.
I lifted my cock and balls out of his way.
“Oh, man. You’re so gorgeous.” He offered a shy smile. “Daddy.”
Until that moment, I’d wondered how we might differentiate things. Whether the Daddy/puppy dynamic would be just for playtime. Clearly, though, he wanted the dynamic to continue. Which was just fine with me. He would always be my Pumpkin.
He slid his first lube-slicked finger inside me.
I hadn’t done this with anyone for a while, and I took a moment to adjust to the odd sensation. Then I nodded.
He added a second finger. Slowly, he scissored—obviously in an effort to open me up. Then he angled his wrist and brushed my prostate.
“Oh, Pumpkin, that’s great. Do it again?”
With a shit-eating grin, he did just that. He pulled his lower lip through his teeth as he continued to gently tap my prostate over and over again.
More precum leaked.
His perky cock caught my attention.
“I want that inside me. Sooner rather than later.”
With infinite care, he removed his fingers. He slathered lube on his cock, then positioned himself at my entrance. “You ready?”
“Of course. I’ll always be ready for you.” Too cheesy? Possibly. But a heartfelt sentiment.
Slowly, he pressed inside me. The burn was expected, as was the relief when his crown was in. Inch by inch, he pushed inside me. Then he’d pull back a bit and thrust forward. After a bit of time, he was fully seated. He leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips. “You. Forever.”
I pressed my thumb to his sweat-slicked brow. “Yes. For both of us.”
He moved.
I adjusted.
He withdrew almost all the way, then pushed back in.
