Chapter 37

Den set up a steady rhythm, almost pulling out, only his cock head still within me, and then slamming forward, hitting my prostate. I whined and begged and groaned, and before he came, I was hard again. He reached between us to take my cock in his slicked hand, and he jerked me off while he fucked me. I couldn’t hold out, and came again. With a hoarse cry, Den followed me, his hot semen filling my passage, and I shuddered beneath him.

I sprawled across the bed with him plastered to my front and still buried inside me. “Mmm.”

“Mmm.” Den echoed my contented hum. We dozed for a bit, and when he became too soft, he slid out of me. He rested his cheek on my shoulder, occasionally flicking his tongue out to taste a patch of skin. Abruptly he shivered. “It’s getting too cool for us to stay like this.” He sighed. “Let’s take a shower.”

“Stay put for a minute.” I kept him in my arms and began to vibrate. Dad had showed me this trick.

“What—Holy smokes, Day, that’s wonderful!”