Page 297 of The Defiant Curse

Oh, that was coming,

Instead, he landed more blows to his ass, and the whole time, Graham went back to rock hard.

It was crystal clear that someone was definitely enjoying himself.

Well, there was more to come.

Spreading his cheeks, he found that tight little pucker, and ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive spot.

The feral sound from his husband was music to his ears. As he tried to push back to impale himself on his tongue, Michael gave him what he wanted.

A thorough rimming.

His body bucked, and the sounds of pleasure coming from him were wild.

And perfect.

There was no doubt that it felt good.

That was exactly what he wanted for Graham. Michael wanted him to feel all the pleasure, each and every day of their lives. He had a lot to make up for in the last seven and a half years of missed time.

They were going to live each day like it was their last.

“If you keep that up,” Graham warned, his balls tucking up into his body at the oral assault. “Can’t handle much more.”

Oh, he thought he could.

Graham got the reprieve he wanted, but he knew the cost. There was the sound of the cap being undone on the lube, and he knew he was about to be fucked.

HARD.

“Please,” he begged. “I need your dick.”

Oh, and Michael needed his ass. He was dripping cum and struggling himself. There was something so magnificent about this view.

From the tattoos to the red cheeks.

He was lost in this love.

And may he never find his way out.

“Get ready,” he said. “I’m hard and horny. I need to fuck you like I want.”

And Graham knew what he meant. This was about to be the hardest fuck ever, and he craved that. He wanted nothing more than to be trapped beneath Michael as he took his ass.

When he felt that nudge of the bigger man’s dick, he got ready for the invasion.

There was that hard, rough slide that filled him.

And it stole his breath.

Graham gasped from the feel of being stuffed so full of his husband’s cock.

Michael was a big man, and taking all of him was always a tight fit, but he loved it.

No.

He craved it.