Page 852 of One More Kiss

“Please, need to come,” he begs. “Fuck. I have to—”

The words cut off when my knuckles graze his nuts. I run my hand up and down his balls, making him quiver and mumble incoherently. I bend my head, lick his crease several times before focusing back on his cock.

“Aah, fuck,” Oak cries. He rocks, riding up, up, up, his greedy body bucking, demanding more.

I bob, going down, down, down, giving him what he wants and needs.

I can’t breathe, I can’t think.

My focus is on his pleasure, on his needs.

Because he’s my need.

“Fuuucck,” Oak shouts, his body writhing, thrashing wildly, but he doesn’t climax. It’s like his body is waiting for my permission, for my approval.

“Come,” I behest, and he explodes, his cock jerking, body tensing. His come fills my mouth and I swallow every drop that slides down my throat.

His stomach quivers, body shaking as he comes down from the high.

“Fuck...” Oak’s throat works, and he pants, breathless from the exertion. “That was so good.” His ass clenches, thighs flexing.

It beckons me, charging my already stiff dick. Raw hunger takes over, stampeding any other need.

Past forgotten. The future isn’t on the radar, only the present, because he’s in it.

I edge back and take a shuddering breath, my body trembling, muscles flexing with need.

“I know,” I say, and hoist his legs up on my shoulder, and slam into him.

His body jerks. The intrusion has Oak whimpering, gasping for air. And his spent dick comes alive for the taking again.

His hands rises. “Have to touch you. Please, let me...”

I draw his legs down and he wraps them around me. As soon as I lean forward, his hands immediately reach for me, searching, feeling.

Our hearts thunder with every push I make. Our pulse races wildly, jumping, roaring, thrashing.

“You belong to me,” the words come out of their own accord. “Tonight I own you, Oak.”

“Y-yes. Only yours.”

The words send my heart fluttering, fueling my pace, and I thrust.

Savagely.

No barrier.

No hold.

Oak licks his lips. His eyes have turned glazed, unfocused. I like him like this, so out of sorts with need.

My lips curl and I watch a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, vanishing into his hair.

His body arches, lips parting. “Kiss me.”

I bend down and take his mouth, kissing him with everything that I have, that I am.

Whole, yet broken.

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