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“I swear to god, Jeremiah, if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds—”
“I am inside you,” he mumbled, sliding his lubed fingers in and out.
I tried to get up onto my knees so I could turn around and fucking argue, because his fingers were not what I meant and he knew it, but he shoved my head back down to the bed, his fist tight in my hair. “Stay down.”
Oh, hell yes.
The ECG readings were going to be off the charts.
In contrast to the hair pulling, he ever so lightly ran his hands down my back and pressed his cock against my hole. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I swear to fucking Christ, Jeremiah,” I bit out. “If you don’t—”
And then he did.
He pushed his bare cock into me, slick and hot and oh so good. All the way in, in one long, slow push. His fingers dug into my skin and he made the hottest fucking sound.A moan where pleasure is so good it dances with pain...
“Oh fuck,” he rasped out.
God, I love it when he swears...
The feel of him, skin on skin, knowing it was him inside me and nothin’ else, no barrier between us, made me feel hot all over. It burned in my chest, the love I felt solidified into something more, something deeper.
He pushed all the way in, his hips flush against my arse, and he rolled his hips in that way he knew I loved. He stayed still, breathin’ hard, before he pulled back a little and did it all over again.
He yanked my shoulder up, so I was on my knees, my back to his chest. And he held me like that, buried inside me, and he kissed my neck, my shoulder, his hands holding me, digging into me. But he groaned in frustration.
And then he pulled out.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, confused.
He tapped my hip. “Roll over. I need to see your face.”
I quickly obeyed, and he leaned over me, between my legs, and folded my knees up to my chest. And he kissed me, deep and slow, as he sank back inside me.
Oh god, yes.
This. This right here.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, givin’ him my whole body. He was so far inside me, his cock and his tongue, and it still wasn’t close enough.
I wanted more.
I ached for it.
“Jeremiah,” I whispered.
He groaned and shuddered, and with his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes imploring, he held still, strung tight. “Tully,” he hissed. “I’m so close, I can’t hold it. Tell me if you don’t want this.”
I slid my hand to his cheek. “Give it to me.”
I could feel his cock twitch, impossibly hard and swollen and so deep inside me. His eyes rolled closed, and he thrust into me, driving upwards, and sweet mother of god...
I could feel it.
I could feel him come.
His whole body went rigid, his head pushed back, and the veins in his neck stood out. An animal sound ripped out from somewhere deep in his throat.
