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“Yes,” I groaned loudly.

His other hand teased my hip and then slid around to tug my cock.

“So hard for me. But this is mine. You only come when I tell you.”

“Yes, fuck yes! Please. Dawson, fuck me.”

“I love it when you beg like that,” he groaned out. “Who do you belong to? Say it.”

“You, only you. I love you.”

I gasped as his fingers began to fuck me harder, faster.

“I love you more,” he panted in response.

And then his fingers were gone, and I felt the head of his cock push into my hole.

Fuck, the intense burn, the fullness, it was so fucking good I could only moan and plead for more.

Dawson’s hips snapped, and he pushed inside me all the way until his balls hit my ass. With one hand on my shoulder holding me down and the other on my hip, I was at his mercy. The only thing I could do was swivel my hips, but even then, I was captive to the punishing pace Dawson was setting.

But hell, it wasn’t just my body captive to him.

My heart, my soul, everything I had to give, I gave to Dawson.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dawson

I wanted to live inside Iain.

The way this incredible man trusted me, fuck, it was the hottest thing ever.

And after long, stressful weeks, we needed this. We needed to reconnect on this primal level, just me and him, nothing between us but our passion, our love.

I glanced down at Iain’s long, lithe back, his skin slick with sweat, his blond hair a disheveled mess. And then back down to his ass, where he and I were joined.

Nothing separating us.

He was mine, and I was his, and this was it.

He was so beautiful—vulnerable and strong in the same breath. Iain had my total and unwavering attention, devotion, and love.

I fucking loved this man so much.

Sweat slipped down my face and neck as I pumped my hips harder and faster, my hand moving in tandem as I tugged on Iain’s cock. His gasps and moans grew louder, and combined with the filthy sound of my skin slapping against his, it was heady.

“Baby, right there! Don’t stop!” Iain shouted.

I thrust faster, desperate to give Iain everything he needed. As my climax grew stronger, my pace became frantic. My grip on his shoulder tightened as I pounded his ass over and over. I wanted to last longer, but we were both desperate.

That ultimate point of pleasure grew sharper and more intense with every thrust.

“I’m going to give you…everything,” I panted. “Everything I have is yours, Iain.”

“Dawson, oh God, oh fuck,” Iain chanted.

His cock jerked in my hand, and I knew.

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