Page 52 of The Key Holder

“Good boy.”

The combination of his body slamming into mine and those words were too much.

“Fuuuuck.” My head was almost spinning as the feelings from my hole grew stronger and stronger, until it all came crashing together in a shockwave of pleasure. “Ford!”

“Cum for me.”

“Ahhh!”

It was the biggest load I had seen while wearing the cage. In seconds, enough of my cum had dribbled out to pool on his stomach and drip down the side. I was hanging on for dear life as Ford kept pounding.

“Give it to me. Fucking cum inside me.”

Every muscle in his body flexed as he roared my name. I grabbed onto the headboard to brace myself as each thrust came and went, until he settled onto the bed with a smile on his face.

“Such a perfect little bottom.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

Was this the part where Ford regretted everything, apologized, and said it was a mistake that would never happen again.

“I’m sorry, Dylan.”

Here we go. I swear…this fucking summer.

“I can usually last a bit longer.”

Oh thank God.

“I guess I was just too much for you,” I said, squeezing my hole around his still-hard cock.

Ford laughed, and it went straight to the part of my brain that needed the comfort.

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Ford

This was the point that I should be losing my shit, but instead, Dylan and I were laughing.

While my dick was still inside of him.

“I probably shouldn't say this,” Dylan said, his hands still on my chest, “but that was the best sex of my life.”

I didn’t try to hide my surprise. “Really?”

He nodded.

“I feel like saying you’re welcome would be too cocky,” I said.

“Waaay too cocky.”

“How about I’m glad you enjoyed the ride?”

“Marginally better.” Dylan laughed. “But I’ll still keep you around.”

“I hope so.”

“You certainly have your uses,” he said, before pushing himself up. With groans from both of us, I slid out of him. “I’m gonna clean up real quick before bed.”