Start with: His ass closed around my dick...
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His ass closed around my dick... and, okay - I know this is gonna sound cliché, but I literally saw stars.
Now Fraser, he told me he’d never done this before, and looking at him, it’s easy to believe that, but man, he took to it like, like, like…. well you get my gest. The Mountie was made for fucking. Plain and simple.
"Ray, Ray, Ray… are you planning on moving any time soon?"
Okay, so maybe I was enjoying myself just a little more than expected, but wow, the feeling of him wrapped around me - so hot, so tight, so. . . WOW.
As I begin to move, he moves with me, meeting each thrust, making these little noises. I have to smile. They are very un-Mountie like. Oh yeah, he’s made for fucking. And believe me, if I have my way, he’s gonna be spending a lot of time fucking.
"God Ben, you feel so good."
"Harder, Ray."
What’s a guy gonna do when told to go harder. I smile wickedly at the back of his head, and slow my motions down. Where I’m finding the self control from, I don’t know, but it’s ex… uh, effort of it all is making me sweat onto his back.
Fraser growls. "What’s the matter, Ben?"
"Damn you, Ray."
That makes me laugh. Mr. Always under control is getting frustrated. God I love this man.
Slamming into him, I begin to set a brutal pace, loving the grunts he make. Unlatching one of my hands from his hip, I slip it down, and take hold of him, trying to maintain my pace, yet working him, too. Moments later, he stops all movement, all his muscles tightening up, then he comes. I wish I could see his face, ‘cause watching his back as he comes is incredible. The way his body shakes, trembling from his experience. It’s more than I can take, and I come in him.
Fraser collapses onto the bed, rolling to the side to avoid the wet spot. I fall to the other side, and lie facing him. He’s beautiful. The look on his face… I can’t even think of the right word, because beautiful doesn’t even come close.
I said I love this man, right?
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