Page 48 of The Kite


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Goddammit.

“Do it,” Asher bit out. He managed to pull his jeans down with his free hand. “Do it.”

“You should be careful what you wish for,” Harry mumbled as he undid his fly and pulled out his cock. Asher smiled into the bedding and Harry rammed into him. No preparation, no lube. No mercy. Rough and hard, unforgiving.

Asher gripped the sheets and cried out, his back arching underneath Harry. He gasped, his breathing stuttering, his eyes wide. Harry reached around and gripped Asher’s jaw, whispering in his ear, “Is this what you wanted?”

Asher groaned, long and loud. “Yes. God, yes.”

Harry gave in.

He gave in to Asher’s demands. He gave in to the pleasure, to the ecstasy. He chased that feeling, the rush, the high. He buried himself deep, over and over, holding him down and fucking him. Pure desire and animal-need drove him forward, closer and closer, with every thrust until he fell, free-falling, over the edge.

His orgasm exploded, detonating and obliterating everything else but this moment. This ecstasy. He came deep inside him, his cock impossibly hard and swollen, filling him with his come.

Harry cried out, shuddering as his orgasm rocketed through him. He’d never known pleasure like this. So intense, so powerful.

Asher blinked in surprise, then smiling into the mattress, he laughed.

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