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“Impatient brat,” Ford murmured in Dana’s ear and licked the shell before pulling out just a bit and easing back inside.
“Holy shit,” Dana breathed.
Ford repeated that move, pressing deep inside Dana, going so slow and making him feel every inch of him. Oh, hell. Not this slow shit. It was always Dana’s undoing. It seemed Ford loved to bring Dana to the edge and keep him suspended there until he was ready for Dana to fall for him. Ford paused, pulsing inside, before easing out again. He drove back in even slower, not stopping until he was groaning huskily in Dana’s ear, pressing his groin tightly against his with every down stroke. Ford stayed there, rubbing Dana’s thighs that were cinched tightly around him.
“It’s so hot, baby. You’re so damn hot inside.” Ford’s voice was so coarse and husky, Dana had to strain to hear him, and strain harder to hear him over his own cries.
“It’s yours. I’m yours, Bradford.” Dana turned his head, searching out Ford’s mouth then taking a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue in and out, fucking him with it, hoping the carnal act would get Ford revved up and make him go crazy, fuck him into the mattress.
“You are mine, Dana,” Ford said, wrenching his mouth away from Dana’s hungry kisses. He reached under Dana’s back and brought his strong hands up to cup his shoulders, using them to drive Dana’s body back into his. Pulling Dana to him, not only physically, but mentally.
Ford drove back inside, faster than before, but the pace still unhurried and maddeningly overwhelming. Dana could feel the storm brewing inside him every time Ford’s hips rolled salaciously between his thighs. The thunder he felt low in his sack, the stirring of his cloudy seed, ready to be shot from him. The streaks of lightning that shot up his spine when Ford’s thick head brushed his spot, making his toes curl and his back bend.
“Love it when you fuckin’ do that,” Ford rumbled against his mouth.
Dana’s hole clenched at the sound of Ford’s voice. He wanted to be ravaged. “Please fuck me. Fuck me harder, faster. Please go faster, Ford,” Dana begged. He was too hot and horny to care how smutty he sounded. He just needed to come. He couldn’t think, couldn’t function. Orgasms brought clarity. He had to end the madness.
Ford chuckled, licking and kissing away the disappointed tilt on Dana’s lips. “You want more.” Ford thrust back inside with power and stamina, making Dana cry out in ecstasy. “My greedy brat,” Ford whispered affectionately and ran his hand through Dana’s crazy hair, his fist clenching around the wayward strands, like his control was shattering. “I want you always feening for my cock like this.” Ford slammed inside Dana again.
“Yes! Yes, like that!” Dana yelled, his orgasm so close it scared him, because he knew it was going to destroy him. Ford had edged him long enough.
Ford reared up, walked his knees forward so Dana’s ass was up even higher, in prime position. Ford grasped Dana’s right leg and pulled it up on his shoulder, leaving one hand on his thigh to keep it in place. Ford put the other hand over Dana’s throat and began to pound into him with the relentlessness of a man possessed… of a man on a mission.
Dana pressed his head back into the pillow, clenched his teeth to keep from screaming like a banshee, and held on for dear life, letting his body be dominated by this fascinating beast. He clawed for purchase on Ford’s biceps. Needed anchoring, because he was flying. Ford nailed his prostate with each commanding thrust, sending Dana over. He hadn’t even thought of touching his cock, neither had Ford. It wasn’t necessary. His body strung tighter than a bow, Dana shot like a cannon between their bellies. Ford fucked him all the way to paradise. Had so many moves, changed so many gears, Dana had no choice but to surrender.
“Ford,” Dana whined pathetically as Ford continued to drive his stiffness in and out of him, not stopping the torment of his sensitive ass.
“Still want me to fuck you hard, baby?” Ford growled.
Oh my god.
Ford leaned back in, gripped Dana’s hair and pulled, dragging his nose up Dana’s throat to his ear. Flicking his tongue out to lick at the small beads of sweat. Ford bit his earlobe, then sucked it between his teeth. “Liked being fucked hard didn’t you, brat.”
“S’good, babe,” Dana slurred like he was smashed. He was.
They sucked mouths, sucked tongues, sucked fingers. Once the passion had been ignited in Ford, he’d added his personal combustion that gave their sex a life of its own.
“You ready for me?” Ford huffed. His breathing hot and branding on Dana’s neck.
“Yes, Ford. Come, babe. I’m ready. I’m yours.”
Ford let Dana’s leg go, took both arms and hugged Dana to him. His hips moved with purpose, but he kept that slow, sensual rhythm. Transporting them to a faraway place. “I’m’a come. It’s coming, baby. Say it again,” Ford groaned.
