Page 13 of Reconditioning the Wolf

The release of pressure yanked a deep moan from Ishmael. The relief felt absolutely amazing, even while leaving him needing more. When Madagascar lifted the waistband of his underwear and began tugging it down, Ishmael quickly lifted his hips, and his cock popped free.

“Oh, Ish,” Madagascar rumbled, his dark eyes seeming to blaze with some inner light. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Madagascar skimmed the backs of his forefingers up the bottom of Ishmael’s shaft in obvious appreciation, sending sparks down his erection to his balls. The sensations caused his gut to clench, and he felt the tell-tale tingle of need at the base of his spine. Gripping the sheets beneath him in a tight hold, Madagascar did his best to push it back. A bead of pre-cum oozed from his slit.

“Mads,” Ishmael whined, shifting restlessly on the sheet. “P-Please.”

“Your wish, handsome,” Madagascar murmured, leaning close. After blowing a breath across his damp crown, he finished, “My command.”

Then, to Ishmael’s absolute delight, Madagascar opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around his swollen knob. The heat hit him first, and he gasped sharply at the exquisite sensation. When Madagascar sucked, Ishmael arched and moaned.

Madagascar rested his hands on Ishmael’s hips, easing him back to the bed. At the same time, he swallowed more of his shaft. The feel of Madagascar’s tongue teasing at the sensitive bit of flesh beneath his crown nearly caused his eyes to roll back in his head.

“Mads!” Ishmael cried, a shudder rolling through his body. Feeling Madagascar ease partway off, sucking hard, then sink down on him again, Ishmael felt his balls tighten. Opening his mouth, he managed to squeak, “C-Clo—”

Then Ishmael’s orgasm erupted through him. Fiery tingles flooded his veins, shaking him to the core. His thighs clenched and released in time with the pulses surging up his erection.

Floating on the bliss of his release, Ishmael panted raggedly, shivering and twitching. He barely felt it when Madagascar eased off his prick. The feel of the other man gliding his hands up his torso, pausing to tweak his nipples, extended his pleasure, drawing another moan from him.

“Oh, Ish,” Madagascar rumbled, his voice thick and rough. “So fucking sexy, my mate.”

Peeling open eyelids he hadn’t even realized he’d closed, Ishmael peered up at Madagascar with a loopy-feeling smile. His eyes snapped wider when he noticed Madagascar’s arm movement. Following it, he found himself staring at another man’s hard erection for the first time in his life.

“Oh, wow,” Ishmael whispered, feeling his fingers twitch. The man’s big black dick was a thing of beauty—long and thick. His balls hung large and swollen below the base, and Ishmael longed to cradle the heavy orbs. Lifting a hand on instinct, Ishmael murmured, “Can I?”

Madagascar snapped his attention to Ishmael’s gaze. His chest heaved as he released himself, as if it had been a huge effort. Easing forward, Madagascar straddled Ishmael’s hips, causing his twitching dick to swing over Ishmael’s abdominals.

“I’d love to feel your touch, Ish,” Madagascar told him thickly. Resting his forearms on either side of Ishmael’s head, he purred, “Nothing would please me more.”

After a hard swallow, Ishmael gave in to his desire. He lifted his left hand and gently cradled Madagascar’s balls. When the other man gasped, he jerked his attention back up to Madagascar’s face. The heavy-lidded expression the man sported caused a fresh wash of arousal to surge through his body. Ishmael’s prick even threatened to rise again, which he’d never experienced before.

Ishmael returned his attention to Madagascar’s groin and wrapped his right hand around the man’s thick shaft. He squeezed the man’s prick as he began to slowly jack him. Hearing Madagascar groan his name, he felt a swell of power and pride filling him.

I did this to this strong man.

“Faster, mate,” Madagascar urged roughly. “Please, faster.”

Doing as Madagascar bid, Ishmael obeyed. He sped up his hand jacking the man’s prick, tightening it a little for good measure. At the same time, he gently rolled Madagascar’s balls just the way he liked.

“Yesssss,” Madagascar hissed through clenched teeth. He panted harshly, his nostrils flaring. His chest heaved, and a shudder worked through him. “Ish.”

Ishmael felt Madagascar’s balls draw up. An instant later, the erection in his hold jerked and swelled before a thick burst of cum erupted from the head. The jet of white cream splattered over Ishmael’s chest, warming his skin. Pride flooding him, Ishmael continued to work Madagascar, causing more and more sprays of seed to mark his chest. Ishmael didn’t know why, but having Madagascar’s white cream covering him turned him on a lot, and his prick began to swell once more.

“My mate,” Madagascar rumbled thickly. His satiated smile curved his lips as he peered down at Ishmael. “Your touch is magick.” Then his attention flicked to Ishmael’s renewed arousal, and he grinned at him. “Looks like you enjoyed that as much as me.”

Feeling a blush rise up his cheeks, Ishmael peered over Madagascar’s shoulder, uncertain what to say.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, handsome,” Madagascar told him, sliding his hand up to cup his jaw. “I think it’s sexy.”

“You do?” Ishmael snapped his attention back to Madagascar’s face, wondering if that was true.

Madagascar nodded. “Very much so.”

Dipping his head, Madagascar pressed his lips to Ishmael’s lightly.

Ishmael moaned softly, lifting his hands to Madagascar’s upper arms. He parted his lips, wanting more of his very first kiss. Madagascar didn’t disappoint, and he dipped his tongue into Ishmael’s mouth.

For an instant, Ishmael found himself surprised to find his own flavor on Madagascar’s tongue. He moaned into the other man’s mouth as he thought about his new lover swallowing his seed. Just as Madagascar had marked Ishmael on the outside, Ishmael had marked his lover on the inside.

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