Page 68 of The Key Holder

Instead, he pulled his fingers out, and for a heart-stopping second, I thought he was going to leave again. Another fucking whimper escaped, a desperate plea, but then I watched him slather lube all over his swollen shaft and I fucking knew I was about to see the pearly gates of gay heaven.

Just the feel of the head of his cock pressing against my hole brought a smile to my face.

“Hold on to something,” Ford warned.

My breath caught as he thrust forward, slamming all the way in at once. “Fuck!”

“You good?”

I nodded, and before I could say anything else, Ford’s hands clamped onto my thighs and with a guttural roar, he lunged into me, pounding his body against mine. It was so intense, the couch started to move backward with each thrust, but Ford just kept fucking.

The noises coming out of me were incomprehensible. He was a machine. I barely had time to process how amazing he was at sex because every time I thought I couldn't possibly feel any more full, any more stretched, he’d push me past it to a new plane of ecstasy.

Ford was a force of nature above me, every muscle in his body straining with the effort. Sweat slicked his skin, glistening on his shoulders and chest, and I could feel drops falling onto my body. His jaw was set, the veins popping in his neck, and his breath hitched with every thrust. The desperate urgency in the moment stole my breath away.

When the couch finally came to rest against the wall, he had more leverage. There was no time for sighs, no sweet, whispered nothings in my ear—just a sudden, all-consuming heat that threatened to split me open. This wasn’t just everything I craved; it was everything, full stop.

There would never be another Ford.

“Ford!” I choked out, a raw plea, a desperate affirmation.

“Yeah?”

“Breed me.”

He leaned forward, our foreheads touching for a few seconds as we kissed, our breath coming in quick, panting gasps as he continued to fuck.

The couch groaned, protesting under the force Ford was subjecting it to, but I barely heard anything over the roar in my ears and the desperate, breathless moans that tore from my throat. I was barely hanging on, just riding the wave, waiting for my body to tell me when to let go. This was it. This was everything I’d been missing.

My hands explored his slick chest, trailing down his stomach, feeling the muscle flex and harden with each thrust. I watched his head fall back, eyes closed, mesmerized by the raw passion on his face, and it was too much.

“I’m close,” I panted, my voice barely audible.

His eyes snapped open and locked onto mine, blazing with an intensity that sent a fresh shiver through me. I felt the wave coming, a glorious, undeniable rush. My vision blurred. A guttural groan ripped from my throat as my hips arched, pushing against Ford’s grasp. I thrust up and clenched, a hot flood spreading across my stomach.

Ford slammed, hard and fast, into my hole. My eyes widened, watching him, as his body tensed, every muscle straining, and then his eyes squeezed shut as his face contorted in exquisite pleasure.

I smiled, drunk from the knowledge that he was unloading his cum inside me. He let out a strangled cry, his body rigid, then collapsed against me, his weight both heavy and comforting.

We lay there, tangled and spent, the silence punctuated only by our breath and the rhythmic whir of the ceiling fan. His cock didn’t feel like it was getting soft any time soon, but that was fine with me. The scent of sweat and our release filled my nostrils, a delicious musk that clung to our skin. I never wanted to shower again.

“You were amazing,” Ford said, mumbling against my chest.

“I just laid here.”

“You didn’t just do anything. You took⁠—”

“The fuck of a lifetime?” I finished for him.

“I was gonna say you took me so well. That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

“That makes two of us.” My body hummed, satiated and deeply content, happy that it was as good for him as it was for me.

“I don’t want to move.” Ford’s forehead was pressed against my shoulder, his breath warm on my skin. His cock was still inside me. I didn’t want him to move either, so I ran my fingers through his damp hair and held him in my arms.

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Ford