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me tighter, he kissed my temple, and I almost missed the gesture in my frustration.

“I’m sorry, Mikey. Shh. I’m sorry, baby.”

I tilted my face up, searching his eyes.

His finger traced underneath my eye with infinite gentleness, and a warm hand cupped my face while he stared at me with regret and devotion.

“So sorry, I made you cry, my sweetest boy.”

I kissed him.

I attacked his mouth, starved for his affection, for comfort and reassurance. I could’ve burst with the sudden rush of joy. Vincent’s tongue took over my mouth, his large palm cupped my nape, and he drank me in. I slumped in his arms, giving myself to him to do whatever he pleased. Of course, he was forgiven. I’d been so terrified I had lost him, kissing him now was pure ecstasy.

He tasted of strength and sweat, smelled of the forest, and when he clutched me to his big body, I vibrated with need.

“Forgive me, my sweet boy,” he whispered against my mouth, then sank to his knees in front of me. He pulled my sweats and briefs down and mouthed my cock, taking me in until I hit the back of his throat. His gaze never left mine.

“Vincent…” I gasped.

He sucked me slowly but steadily as if he was thirsty for my cum. He cupped my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled me to him, groaning with pleasure when his lips brushed my pubes, my cockhead lodged in his throat. Vincent made love to my cock with his mouth. That was it—he made love to me. I placed my palms on his unshaven cheeks and just stared in awe. It didn’t take long. He had me rocking my hips and fucking his throat in a minute. When I came, crying out with the intensity, he swallowed every last drop. I wobbled, my body going limp, but he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

We rolled on the bed, and he never stopped kissing me as he peeled the clothes off my body. Finally, we were naked, and I suckled on his tongue when he fumbled for the lube on the nightstand. He pushed his slick fingers into my perpetually needy hole.

“Your cock. Give me your cock.”

At last, he pressed inside me. He went slowly but all the way, his hips resting against my skin. He pushed his tongue into my mouth again and rocked into me.

“You missed me, my boy?”

“I was afraid you weren’t coming back.”

“I’ll always come back for you, Mikey.”

Rolling his hips, he fucked me deep but unhurried. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him close, locking him to me. It was so fucking good. His huge cock wrecking my sore hole again, his mouth on mine, the taste of my cum still on his tongue, his big hot body enveloping me, holding me tight…

“You’re so needy, my boy. It’s like you’d wither and die without my cum inside you.”

“I’m so empty without you.” Anxiety flashed through me. It was true in a way that had nothing to do with my slutty ass. I wanted Vincent in my heart. In my soul.

“You have me, sweet boy.” He rocked his hips for emphasis, making my insides buzz with joy, but he kissed me too.

Maybe, just maybe, after this was over and we’d returned to the city, maybe Vincent would really stay.

His magnificent dick pumped into me at the perfect angle to keep me vibrating, even though I knew I wouldn’t come again. He pulled out and licked my balls, my hole. Ignoring the lube, he thrust his tongue inside me, worshipping my body.

Then he flipped me over and impaled my exhausted body again. I just lay there, so relaxed he could’ve fisted me, and I wouldn’t have flinched. He fucked me for long minutes, filling my softened hole over and over. Then he roared, shooting deep inside my body. He stilled and spread out over me, keeping me pinned to the bed, my hole creamed and stuffed full, stretched to capacity, and I fell asleep underneath him, in the middle of the day, completely blissed out. I didn’t even notice when he pulled out.

16

His need

Vincent

Probably the most shameless thing Michael had ever done happened the fourth week of our confinement. One morning, he limped a little when we went running, and he kept shifting in his seat at lunch. He was truly an incubus, but his body was human. Despite his needy eyes, I had to give his asshole a break.