Milo pushed against me, and I groaned as I felt the tight skin against the head of my dick. I took that as his answer and began to slowly push inside him.
He was so hot and tight without the thin latex barrier. It was almost overwhelming. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I had to stop several times. It was so— “Fuck,” I groaned out as I pushed another inch inside him. “Holy fuck, Milo.”
How was I supposed to last when he was gripping me like this?
“Stop going so damn slow,” Milo whined. He wrapped his legs around me and used his muscular legs to push me in deeper.
I cried out in pleasure as his hole sucked me in. He kept pushing me further until I was fully seated. Only then did he release the death grip his legs had on me. He planted his feet on the bed and shifted his hips against me.
“So needy,” I teased as I slowly pulled out until only my head was left inside him, holding his hole open. I held eye contact as I slammed back into him. He let out a strangled cry of pleasure that made my dick throb inside him. “You like that?”
“Yes.”
I did it again, and I was rewarded with another one of those beautiful sounds. “Feel so good,” I told him as I picked up pace. Slow and steady might win the race, but I’d come to know the way that Milo liked to be fucked. “My husband,” I reminded him as I pumped my hips into him, finding a rhythm that felt good and kept rewarding me with those sounds that were music to my ears.
He met me thrust for thrust, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
Especially when his hole tightened around me. He had an impish grin on his angular face, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. “Not going to last,” I warned. “Not if…” He did it again and my words were lost in a long, drawn-out moan. “Not if you keep doing—” He cut me off again with another tightening of his muscles. “That.” I gasped out the last word.
Milo’s devious smile shined through the lustful expression in his eyes. “Want you to fill me up. Want to feel you cum inside me.” A spark flashed in his eyes. “Want to ride you. Please, Rowan. Want to ride you.”
I nodded. I would give him anything he wanted.
I pulled out of him and collapsed down on my back. He moved faster than I thought possible to throw his leg over me. He reached down between my legs and grabbed my shaft, lining it up with his hole. He lowered himself down, and that heat swallowed me again.
Milo braced himself on my chest and began to ride me as hard as he could. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I cried out as he fucked himself on my cock. The head of his dick wasshiny with precum, and it leaked down onto my stomach. When I reached out to stroke him, he smacked my hand away. “No,” he groaned. “Going to make you cum.”
“Want you to—”
He stuck two fingers in my mouth, pushing down on my tongue, and stopping me from speaking. “After.” I moaned around his fingers. He pushed them deeper into my mouth, and I began to work them over with my tongue the way I had his cock earlier. “Gonna finish here,” he told me. “Right down your throat.”
Holy fuck.
The idea of him fucking my face until he came down my throat while my release leaked from his well fucked hole made my balls tighten. “That’s right,” he purred as he slammed himself back down on me. “Fill me up, then I’m going to cum down your throat.”
I was so close. I started to fuck up into him, meeting his rhythm. My heart raced and sweat dripped down my face. Milo’s face was red from exertion, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He was the most beautiful, radiant thing I had ever seen.
“Cum for me, husband,” he requested again.
The wordhusbandsent me over the edge. I thrust up, and my cock throbbed inside him. I felt my release shoot out, painting his tunnel. His fingers in my mouth muffled my cries of pleasure. He kept riding me until I stopped shooting. The moment I was done, he climbed off me and crawled over me until his cock was at my lips.
I swallowed him down hungrily, relaxing my throat as he fucked into my mouth hard and fast, chasing his release. I was greedy for his pleasure. I plunged two fingers into his cum drenched hole, searching desperately for his prostate. He let outa keening sound as I hit the sweet spot. He kept fucking himself, down my throat one way, on my fingers the other.
His thighs tightened just before he came.
He shot down my throat, and I swallowed everything I could. Cum mixed with spit and dripped from my lips. There was so much of it. When he finally finished, he pulled himself from my mouth, and I pulled him closer. I fucked my tongue into his hole again, pulling my own cum from him. I wanted to taste our flavors married together.
Married together like we were.
“Too much,” he cried out after less than a minute.
I stopped and he collapsed beside me. He watched me hungrily as I began to lick my fingers clean. He pulled my hand away from my mouth and replaced it with his lips. We kissed until we were struggling for breath, and only then did we finally pull apart.
Milo looked wrecked and debauched, and I knew I probably looked no better. “Shower?” I suggested.
He nodded. “What time are you supposed to meet the team to fly home?”
I reached for the phone on my bedside table and groaned. “Thirty minutes.” I hadn’t packed. We hadn’t come up with any plan to announce our marriage. He had a different flight to catch, since he hadn’t flown with the team. “Just enough time.”
