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“It feels like I'll die if you don't keep fucking me!”

“Shit, my bad.” He picks up speed again, though not as hard as before. “I always wondered what it felt like.”

I glance over my shoulder to see him intently watching his cock slide in and out of me. “What? A prostate orgasm?”

“Yeah.”

A slow, wicked grin spreads on my lips. “I can show you if you want, hot shot. I'll milk your prostate real good.”

His gaze meets mine, pupils blown as he continues to fuck me. I can see the curiosity in his features, but he doesn't respond, instead stretching himself over me. His weight presses me into the mattress, trapping my cock against my abs.

“I'm close,” he whispers against my ear. “But I want to feel you come first, pastelito. Can you do that for me?”

“Let me touch my dick.”

“Nope. Untouched, like last time. I know you can do it for me.”

Releasing a shaky breath, I bury my face into the pillow. “That was… I don't know how that happened.”

Christian hums, licking over my neck as he gently thrusts his hips. “I think I do. How about a kiss, baby?”

“Fuck no.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. Each slow roll of his hips feels like torture. “Then I'll just fuck you like this, nice and slow, until you come.”

“Please,” I fucking whimper, hot with humiliation. My dick is so hard that it hurts.

“Kiss me, Dev. Then you can come.”

Goddammit. With a huff, I turn my head and take his mouth, already parting my lips for his tongue. When he licks into me softly, I feel that tingle start in the base of my spine. It spreads outward, up my back and down my thighs, until a final prod of his length against my prostate has me spilling onto the bedsheets.

“Fuck,” he groans into my mouth, capturing my throaty noises with another sloppy kiss. “Just like that, baby. I can feel you clenching around me, holy shit.”

The orgasm seems to last forever, wave after wave of cum warming my stomach. A euphoria I've never felt before yawns inside of me, radiating to every nerve and limb. My brain almost short-circuits as I squeeze my eyes shut and ride it out.

Only when I finally finish does Christian straighten up to grab my waist. “I need it rough, but I know you can take it, baby. Just let me use this pretty hole a little longer.”

I'm so fucking spaced out from the force of my orgasm that I can't even answer. My entire body is limp and relaxed, but I nod because that's all I can manage. At this point, I don't even care what he does to me; I feel that fucking good.

“Damn,” Christian laughs, lifting my hips, “fucked you speechless. If I'd known that's all it takes to shut you up, we'd have done this already.”

Mentally, I flip him off. He can't see it, but just know it's there.

A smile forms on my lips when he starts to pound into me again, and it only takes a few hard thrusts before he comes. The sexiest, dirtiest groan I’ve ever heard leaves his throat as his cock swells and pulses inside of me.

Once the orgasm ends, Christian collapses against my back. We're both damp with sweat and lube, but he doesn't seem to care. Neither do I, especially when he places a tender kiss on my shoulder and nuzzles into the back of my neck… before promptly passing out.

With a laugh, I settle in as best I can despite the cum drying beneath me, too exhausted to move. We can clean up in the morning. His weight on my body calms me, anyway—almost enough to banish the thoughts creeping in.

Was this a one-time thing?

Will shit change between us?

Why did I offer myself up like a booty call?

Christian's soft snores fill my ears, effectively drowning out most of those concerns. Forcing my mind to empty, I let my eyes fall shut to the feeling of his cock still inside me and drift off to the first restful sleep I've had in years.

“Here.”