Chapter 88

“Do it, Bill. Please? I can’t take anymore,” he practically whined.

I acquiesced and breached him slowly, though that took a lot of restraint as he was so tight and warm, I wanted to rut.

He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled my head down to his, causing my dick to move even deeper inside him. After biting my lip, he whispered, “Make me yours.”

And I did. It was embarrassingly short, however, but we were both desperate for it, and I had wanted this man for too long to have any sort of finesse. It didn’t stop us from fucking again that night, and when we both howled, I was glad there was no one else in the house to hear us. His body seemed to want me inside him forever, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Thorn was boneless when he danced on my dick the third time we did it, begging for harder, and more,and screaming my name in a way I’d never forget. We were together now, and it felt right.

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