Page 79 of Silent Damage

I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve been trying to be careful this whole time, but Gabe is lying here, using his voice to beg me to wreck his guts, and I can’t help myself anymore.

Our bodies collide. I let my dick almost leave his ass before slamming back into him. Each time, Gabe releases an animalistic grunt that makes me want to fuck him even harder.

The sound of me thrusting against him fills the room.

I slide one arm around his back and the other around his neck, and I squeeze him to me.

There are so many things I want to say to him. That this is it—the moment I’ve wanted for years, but all I can do is whisper his name over and over again.

He sighs again. It’s higher and breathier, and it makes me feel possessive.

I pump him harder, faster, and with each thrust, he makes little sounds of satisfaction that make me so happy.

“Gabe…I’m gonna—”

“Come in me. Fill me up.”

My orgasm rips out of me, flooding Gabe’s hole, and the two of us cry out at once. He grabs his dick and starts jerking it.

I’m literally dizzy, but I still manage to croak out, “Come for me, Gabe. Shoot your fucking load.”

My cock is still inside him as he pumps his dick harder, looking up at me while he does.

Then I realize—

I want to make him come myself.

I spit on my hand and ask him to let go so I can jerk his dick.

As I do, he cries out, “Oh, fuck. Oh, my god.”

“You like it?” I ask, teasingly. “You like it when I stroke your thick cock, Gabe?”

“Fuck me more,” he whines. “Pound my ass while you stroke me, please.”

And I do, fucking his ass while I use my thumb to massage the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he yells.

His abs flex as he grips the bedding, and his face looks like sin.

“You’re so hot, Gabe.”

He releases a strangled moan as his cum shoots out, spraying his torso and chest. His entire body shudders from the force of the orgasm, and I drag my finger through the cum on his chest to lick it off. It’s bitter and salty.

It’s perfect.

Then I feed it to him, and he locks eyes with me as he sucks my finger.

There’s something about it that feels—

Tender.

Like I’m feeding him—

Taking care of him—

It’s wonderful.