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Without thinking, I drop my hand to my dick, pumping it up and down a few times in rhythm with his fingers as he thrusts them into me. He kisses me again, and it feels so good, so natural, that I lose the last of my nervousness and let his tongue and his fingers ground me in pleasure. Once we’re both panting and desperate, me lifting my hips up in urgent need for him, he eases his fingers out and lifts my knees up and apart. Then he lubes up the condom and replaces his fingers with his cock, rubbing against my entrance.

“More,” I beg. “Cam. Please.”

“More?” He’s watching me the entire time he enters me, slowly, his arms shaking as he struggles to stay in control. “I’d fucking love to take more. You feel so damn good, Alexsei. It’s killing me to hold back.”

I squeeze my cock harder, his words sending a jolt of desire through me. “So don’t.”

“Are you—

“Don’t ask me again if I’m sure,” I tell him, smacking his ass with a hard crack. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure. If I didn’t trust you.”

“Damn,” he murmurs at my demanding tone. “Okay, then.”

“Now please,” I say, through gritted teeth as he strokes painfully slow in and out of me. “Fuck me for real. Like you. I want you.”

He hitches me up higher without warning. Then he slams into me.

“Holy fuck…”

That spot he’s hitting…

My eyes roll back in my head as he pumps harder and deeper, his expression fierce and determined.

I can’t speak. My mind empties.

Then his hand reaches between us and gives my dick tight, hard strokes.

He’s right.

He lasts longer than me.

CHAPTER 19

Cameron

Alexsei explodes all over my hand with a sharp cry, a hot burst of cum that nearly makes me blow my own load. But I fight for control, sweat beading on the back of my neck. I want this to last. Fucking forever. I want to enjoy every second of being buried inside him, his body milking my cock as he shudders through his orgasm.

He loves me, too.

I never thought I would hear those words. It’s everything.

As is the fact that he wants me to be me. For him. With him.

He feels so fucking good I almost can’t stand it.

“Damn it, I fucking hate that you’re always right,” he growls, as he lifts his hips higher and meets me thrust for thrust.

My hand falls away from his dick so I can have more leverage. I want all of him, balls deep. “Oh, yeah? You hate that I’m right about this being good, you and me?”

“I hate this so much,” he says, his large hands palming my ass. “I hate everything.”

That makes me laugh softly in spite of the circumstances. Alexsei doesn’t hate anything. He’s the toughest softie I’ve ever met in my life. He cares more about other people than he does himself, and I love that about him.

“I can stop.” I slow down and pretend like I’m going to pull out. I’m not going to. There’s no fucking way I can leave him without finishing this. But I want to see his reaction.

He grips my ass harder. “The fuck you can,” he says fiercely. “Fuck me, Cam. I want to see you come.” He reaches up and brushes his fingers over my lips, startling me. “I never get to see you come.”

That nearly does me in.

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