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“Oh shit… fuck… I… More! Milo, I want more!” My fingers grasped the sheets beside me, chest heaving as my body started to float away, a haze of pleasure filling my brain and making me drunk on desire.

“I’ve got you,” he said, gently pulling off my cock and looking up at me. “You’re so beautiful, Rupert. Love making you come for me.”

“N-Next time… I’m… I’m doing this to you,” I said, struggling to get the words out as he teased my prostate.

“Can’t wait. I’ve got more ice cream at home if you wanna lick me too.” He winked, smirking delightedly as he twisted his head to lick my inner thighs, collecting up something he’d missed earlier.

He pressed a third finger into me and, fuck, I was already hard again. “More!” I begged. “Fuck me, Milo. I need more.”

“I think you’re missing something there, sweetheart. If I have to say it, so do you.”

“You’re… mmm… ahhh!”

“I’m a bastard, I know.” He kissed my inner thigh. “Come on, you can say it.”

“Please! Please, Milo. I need you to fuck me.”

“So good,” he murmured, finally pulling his fingers out of me. He gently encouraged me to lift my thighs up, folding me in half as he knelt between them and gently guided his cock to my waiting hole. I groaned as he filled me, my cock-drunk gaze watching the way his mouth fell open, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he fought to hold on. His hands were on my thighs, squeezing the softness as he slowly folded me further in half.

My dick was achingly hard, more precum dripping on my skin as he started to fuck me. His first few thrusts were careful, like he was testing himself, and from the look on his face he was already struggling to keep it together.

“Fuck me,” I said, reaching up vaguely in his direction. “Need you to give it to me.”

Whatever patience he’d had, snapped, and he began to pound me hard and fast, knocking all the breath from my lungs and removing every last thought from my head that wasn’t dick-related. He had me completely under his spell, and I was entranced.

The slap of skin filled the air around us, mingling with our broken moans and desperate gasps as both of us begged for more. I was so close to coming again already, and when I wrapped my hand tightly around my shaft, I could only let out a choked-off scream.

“Gonna come for me?” Milo asked, his voice a desperate growl as he fought to hold on. “Please, sweetheart, need you to come so I can fill you up.”

I nodded, more groans dripping from my lips as I stroked myself, falling into bliss as another orgasm swept through me, pleasure and sweet oversensitivity sending me higher than I’d ever been before.

Cum splattered my already sticky skin, my arse clenching around Milo’s cock. I could barely keep my eyes open to watch him fall apart, but I desperately wanted to because he was so beautiful when he came.

He thrust deep inside me over and over, wildly chasing his release, gasping out my name as it overtook him, his cock pulsing inside me as he flooded me with his load for the first time.

His breathing was ragged, his fingers still digging into my trembling thighs, both of us lost to euphoria.

“Wow,” he muttered, the word almost lost in his breathing. He leant down to kiss me as he finally released my thighs. “You are incredible.”

“So are you,” I said, nudging our noses together as I cupped his jaw, stroking my thumb over the stubbled skin as I kissed him again.

There were so many things I wanted to say, but the words eluded me. Especially as feeling began to return to my body as the post-orgasm bliss began to drain away, and the overwhelming sensation of wet and sticky flooded my system.

I wrinkled my face up and Milo grinned, kissing the tip of my nose. “Want to go and shower? I can clear up and change the sheets while you do, then I’ll dive through after you.”

“Would you mind?”

“Nope, it’s why I offered.” He kissed me again. “I meant what I said though, next time you can totally do that to me. It’s fun.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, I kind of like being your treat.”

“Whatever you want,” he said, slowly sitting back and looking at me with so much adoration it was almost overwhelming.

How had I never seen that before? It made me wonder why I’d ever thought he’d run.

“You,” I said, leaning up to wrap my arms around him and press my head into his chest, letting my eyes fall closed as I let myself feel everything in my heart. “I only want you.”

Chapter Twenty-Three