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“You’re inside me,” he murmurs in wonder.

“I am.”

He whimpers, his breaths quickening. Against my chin, his pulse hammers away at his skin. I drag my lips lower, so I can feel it flutter against my mouth.

“That’s it,” I murmur against his skin. Slowly, shakily, he relaxes, sinking down another thick inch. “God, you’re so tight. So hot. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I feel his wince, and stroke his cock. His arm. His shoulder. I touch him all over, breathing encouragement into his neck.

His whole body trembles, and it’s taking everything in me not to thrust up inside him.

I tip my head back, peering up at him. His brow is wrinkled with obvious discomfort, and he’s baring his teeth, shaking his head.

Shit.Brushing my thumb over his brow, I start to say, “Hey—”

“More?”

“What?”

“M-more. Move. Something,” he gasps.“Please,”he whines, squirming.

Growling, I wrap my hands under his ass, getting a good grip, and I give a little testing thrust just as he relaxes completely, allowing me to plunge the rest of the way inside him.

My mouth opens against his hot flesh in a silent gasp, and I freeze.

He freezes.

My hands are splayed wide around his clenched cheeks, flexing, unsure what to do.

I’m inside him—all the way—so deep, there’s nowhere else for either of us to go.

He starts to tremble, and then a moan scrambles up from deep within his throat. I feel it, and then I hear it—filling the room.

Not a sound of protest, but a sound of agonized pleasure.

A sound that has a direct line to my throbbing balls.

Jesus, this is going to be over fast.

“Baby, I’m gonna move now,” I grit out.

“Please!” he whimpers loudly, fingers clawing at my hair, my shoulders, the bed, whatever he can reach.

Rather than let him ride me like I originally planned, I grip his ass, plant my feet on the bed, and fuck up into him, using his body like my very own personal cock sleeve.

“Nolan!” he shouts, slumping over me.

We’re chest to chest, his cock sandwiched between us.

I start off with slow, shallow thrusts—his hole gripping me so tight, it’s a miracle I can move at all.

Whimpers fill the air, intermingled with my harsh grunts and growled praises.

“So good, fuck, baby so good,” I mumble roughly, words spilling out unbidden.

Skyler’s nails dig into my scalp, and his back arches as he starts rolling against my body, grinding his cock into my stomach. Pre-cum leaves a wet, sticky mess all over me, and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest damn thing.

Slowly, but surely, Skyler starts fucking back on my cock, moving with me rather than just taking it. And as hot as that was, this is infinitely more sexy—feeling him writhe over me, gasping and pleading and taking what he needs from me.

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