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The edge to his voice made me smile. “As you wish.”
Gently—with zero haste—I twisted the plug as I slowly worked it from inside him.
He panted.
Gotta love the prostate.
When I had it fully removed, I laid it on some tissues, then I slapped Lorcan’s ass.
As he scrambled to turn over—and position himself in the center of the bed—he laughed. His eyes lit with pure delight as he put a pillow behind his head. Then he stroked himself as I moved between his spread thighs.
“Hm, fast or slow?” I pretended to ponder.
“I need you to fuck me into the mattress as fast as you fucking can.” He squeezed the base of his cock. “Or I’m going to come, and it’ll be all over.”
“For you, maybe.” I grinned. “But I’ll just have gotten started.”
He groaned. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Oh?” That had me hesitating.
“I totally will.” His grin increased. “Please, Cody, give me your fucking cock. I need you to take me to those heights where I forget everything—including my own name. I’m begging—without an ounce of shame.”
The head of his cock was red and engorged. A drop of precum leaked.
I lapped it up—spearing my tongue along his sensitive slit.
His breath hitched.
I lined myself up at his entrance. Since the plug had prepared him, I merely pushed in. Once my crown was inside, I thrust. Not too hard. But not too gentle.
He grunted. Then he trailed his hands down my flanks to my ass. He squeezed and encouraged me.
I pulled out almost to the tip, then thrust back in. Hard.
His moan was music to my heart.
So I did something I was good at—I made love to him. Others might’ve called itfucking, but I didn’t. Because my focus was a hundred percent on him—his reactions, his needs, the hitch of his breath, and the shimmer in his eyes. Every time I pushed deeper into him, a sense of rightness permeated my heart. He was my soulmate. This was right because we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together.
“Harder, Cody. Please.” The words came out rough. His bright-red cheeks and labored breath were clear signs he was close.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and tugged. To my surprise, he stiffened immediately—his thighs gripping my hips. He let out a guttural moan and came.
Well, okay, then.He hadn’t been lying about how close to the edge he’d been. Not that I hadn’t believed him. But the proof was all over my hand.
I picked up the pace of my thrusts—encouraged by his inner walls squeezing my cock. Within just a moment, my balls drew up, and I came. Hard. Inside him.
He grasped my head in his hands as he forced me to hold his gaze.
As the climax ripped through me, I struggled to keep my eyes open. Clearly, though, this was something he wanted. Something I could give to him—my gaze focused on his. “Jesus.”
“Yeah.” His rough laugh filled the room. “You can say that again.”
My arms turned to jelly even as the orgasm began to recede and I returned to earth. To this room.
“Come here, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me.
I collapsed into them.
