Chapter 23

“You like this, don’t you? Being on top of me. Rubbing yourself against me like you’re in heat.”

I suck his neck harder, grind my hips deeper. I let one hand slide down his side and stop on his hip. His hipbone against my hand. His muscles working underneath his skin. His hand surrounding my dick, his slick cock against mine, his loud moans, his scent, his presence, him, him, him

The tingle intensifies and I pull away from his mouth with a gasp. “I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Shoot all over my belly. I want your spunk on me, I want it on my skin, I want to wear it—”

I cut him off with a kiss, as sloppy and erratic as our grinding. The tingles turn into a raging fire, and the fire races through my body, out my cock, and lands on him. I throw back my head and let out a yell as I paint his belly and chest with my cum.