Page 47 of The Flirty Vet


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I lead him back to the bed, positioning him on the floor with his back and legs against the bed. I flick his legs into the air, face away from him, and reverse piledrive into him.

That's when I notice it.

I can't believe we've been fucking for hours, and it's only dawning on me now. Guess I was too wrapped up in making this a great experience for him that I never noticed what was missing.

But now that I have, I can't un-notice it.

It's…unusual.

But Col, during this entire sex marathon that has seen us cover just about every square inch of his hotel room, has been quiet the whole time.

Apart from his breathing, there's been no moaning, no sounds of pleasure escaping out his mouth, no cries of, "Oh my god, Wilby, you're the best and no other man will ever measure up."

Nothing.

I've been checking in with him. He talks then obviously, but apart from telling me he's fine or what minor adjustments he needs, he's been completely silent this whole time.

It's not bad per se, and it's not a turnoff or anything. It's just…yeah, unusual.

"I'm getting close," he says, breaking the silence.

I pull out of him and turn around so that we're face-to-face. "How would you like to come?"

"I'd like to see you. Maybe on the bed?"

"Ah, the traditional approach."

He chuckles. "I might need something traditional after all of this. You have some serious stamina."

I smile. "I do. Don't be?—"

"I'm not jealous," he cuts in. "I'm appreciative.Veryappreciative. Now finish me off on the bed, please."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't call me sir. It makes me sound old."

"But you are old…er."

He pouts playfully as he arranges himself on the bed, lying on his back, legs wide open, his hole raw and glistening.

"Don't make me tell you to fuck me again."

He doesn't have to say another word. I am on top of him and inside him in seconds, our bodies glued together like Vegemite on toast.

I create a small gap and take his cock in my hand, fisting it in time with my body rocking into him.

"Getting close," he murmurs.

"Good. Come for me."

I want to see him explode. Surely, surely he'll make some noise then… Right?

Wrong.

Col's body spasms. His hole clenches and pulses around my dick, his body jolts, and spurts of white ropes land across his chest and stomach.

But his lips. They stay shut.

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