Page 42 of King's Barber
I threw my head back, slamming it against the glass, and hissed, bouncing in time with him as he thrust into me. He hit my prostate dead on, and I panted out a moan. “There. Oh fuck, right there.”
He grinned impishly and tilted his hips, fucking into me in a way that hit my sweet spot every time. Sweat clung to my skin, the smell of sex heavy in the air. The floorboards beneath the carpet groaned slightly, but it was perfect. Fuck Luke for being good in bed.
I gripped his shoulders tighter and groaned. “Please.Please.” Sliding my hand between us, I grabbed my erection, jerking off in time with his thrusts. He nearly dropped me a few times, but I didn’t care. We could hit the floor and I wouldn’t care, as long as he kept up the pace.
As if reading my mind, he did exactly that, laying me across the floor and pressing his hand down onto my chest, shoving me against the carpet. My head nearly collided with the glass. Then his hand wrapped around my neck, fingertips digging into my windpipe, and I was so close it hurt.
Fire spread throughout me and headed straight to my balls. “Fuck, choke me. I’m going to come.”
His hold tightened, and I gasped, trying and failing to breathe through his grip on my throat. My cock lurched and stripes of cum shot from my slit, covering our chests and bellies.
Luke fucked into me a few more times before he stilled, eyes bright and body convulsing as warmth filled my brutalized hole. He groaned, dropped his head on my chest, and finally released my neck, allowing me to inhale sharply.
“Fuck.” He groaned again, shuddering hard. “I can’t stop coming.”
His load filled my ass right up—it wasn’t a small amount. I smiled. Sliding my hand over his short hair, careful of those stitches, I kissed his sweaty forehead. My limbs mimicked jelly and I could barely lift them.
“How’s your head?” I murmured as I caught my breath.
“Sore, but I can handle it. I don’t give a shit about pain when I can fuck you all night long.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t say any more.
It took a while for my heart to stop racing, and when he finally looked at me, it went off in a gallop again. I’d never seen someone appear so fucking delicious after an orgasm, and the glow of the moon only made him look like something he definitely wasn’t—an angel.
He grinned even though his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. “Up for another round? I’ll do you from behind while you stare out at your neighbors.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
