Page 115 of Wrangled

“Let me get onto my back,” Toby implored.

I withdrew, and he rolled over, his ankles coming to rest against my shoulders. I pointed my dick at his hole and drove it home.

He reached up and cupped my cheek. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

I swear, I nearly came at those words. I picked up speed, slamming into him, and then I was there, throbbing inside him, my body shaking with each spurt of my cock.

“Oh fuck.” He tugged on his dick, cum pulsing from the slit, landing in spatters on his stomach and chest.

With a shudder, I fell forward on top of him, my cock still buried inside him, and we kissed. He held my face in his hands, and I felt the stickiness of his release on my cheek. “That was incredible,” he murmured. Then his arms were around me, his legs gripped my body, and he kissed me over and over, on my head, my brow, my cheeks, my mouth, words of praise tumbling from his lips, making me feel…

Precious.

I pulled free of him, and the sight of my cum trickling from his hole left me energized and lightheaded. He reached down, scooping it onto his fingers before bringing them to my lips. “Clean them.”

I sucked on them, my gaze locked on him, adrenaline surging through me. And then I was in his arms again, my head on his chest.

“So… is that something you might want to do again?” His voice rumbled.

I craned my neck. “CanI do it again?”

He smiled. “Yeah, you can. But right now there’s something else we need to do.” I gave him an inquiring glance, and he smirked. “Unless you want to leave the massager in there?”

I reached back and eased the silicone toy from my ass, feeling its loss instantly.

“I have a confession,” he murmured. I glanced at him, and he bit his lip. “I thought about using the massager on you while you fucked me.”

I caught my breath. “Oh Lord, I am so glad you didn’t. That would’ve been a bit too much. In fact, I’m not sure I could’ve stayed hard if I’d had to cope with all those vibrations, and the feel of your body wrapped around my cock.” I looked at the toy. “Okay, it’s not quiet, but fuck, it’s powerful.” And I couldn’t wait to play with it again.

“You can clean it later, so it’s ready for the next time.”

I bit my lip. “Any idea when that’s likely to be?”

His eyes glittered. “Yes, but I’m not sharing that information. Right now I want to get into the bed and hold you.” My stomach growled, and he laughed, until a similar noise came from his belly. He grinned. “Afterwe’ve eaten.”

“And then?”

He kissed me on the lips. “Then I hold you all night long.”

Perfect. “Thank you.”

He stroked my beard. “No need. I get to spend the night with you in my arms. I think that’s what you call a win-win.” His fingers caressed my temple. “Less crowded in there now?”

“Definitely.” There was only one thing on my mind.

Toby.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Saturday, June 18

Robert

I opened the door to find Toby standing there. I blinked. “You’re early. Supper won’t be ready for another fifteen minutes. No one else is here yet.”

“I know. That’s why I came now.” He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. “Where’s Matt?”

I frowned. “In the kitchen. Why?”

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