Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,31

Navid’s cry broke the silence. “Oh, please. Stay in me.”

They were joined. Finally.

Zana pulled on Navid’s hips, keeping them fused together. He remained buried to the hilt, only stirring their connection with gentle rocking movements.

“Like this?” he forced out.

“Zana…Oh my god.”

Navid’s reaction was simply marvelous, his passion instinctual. Euphoria impaired Zana’s thinking. He squeezed Navid’s hips in his hands and fucked. Letting go of any inhibitions, he chased the sensations, his husband’s ecstatic sounds spurring him on. The tight slippery hole loved his cock, sucked it almost like a hundred tongues licking him from root to tip. He pounded in and out like a piston, pulling on the pink rim, and all the slick made the root of his shaft glisten. Navid’s young muscles were tightening around him, all but milking his cock. It was too much. He wouldn’t last. He was helpless, caught in a spiraling need, elated and hurting at the same time. The ache was unbearable, urging him to thrust harder, sink deeper, hold tighter…

Navid rose underneath him. On a loud cry, he lifted his upper body from the bed, bracing himself on his arms. He rocked back wildly and greedily, impaling himself twice as fast. Zana gave up the last of his self-control. He thrust as hard as he could, making Navid’s body shake with the power. Navid’s release went on and on, and Zana fucked him through it, sliding through the throbbing passage until Navid grew hoarse and sank onto the mattress. His insides softened, the flesh pliant and open. Zana pushed inside to the hilt and pressed, sinking as deep as he’d ever been inside another human being. And it seemed as if the entire universe had collapsed into the spot where they were joined. The alpha in him roared with primitive joy.

Mine. All of you. Mine. Meant for my cock. Full of my cum. You’re mine.

Gasping for breath, Zana rested his forehead on Navid’s back. The hot flesh around his cockhead pulsated with an aftershock, and he circled his hips slowly, savoring the pressure. He caught Navid’s shaft in his hand and hummed. It was still hard. Navid’s seed dripped from the slit. Zana gathered a drop with his finger and put it in his mouth.

Mine.

Slumped over the edge of the bed, Navid panted. He rested his cheek on the bedding, his face gleaming with sweat, his eyes closed. His features looked peaceful, the corner of his mouth lifting in a tiny smile.

Zana retreated carefully while his gaze stayed pinned on Navid’s opening. The ring was stretched wide, protruding. It clenched but loosened again, quivering.

“Help me,” Navid whispered.

“What, darling? What do you want?”

“I want to keep your seed.”

God, I love you. Zana hoisted Navid up in his arms and laid him on his back on the bed. He pushed his legs up.

“Hold yourself like this.”

Navid held his legs folded to his chest, his ass on display. Zana couldn’t tear his eyes from that perfect little place. The star was red and swollen now, glistening with fresh slick, a drop of thick white cream in the center. Zana pressed his lips to it and closed his eyes. He stayed there, Navid trembling in his hands, the scent of their combined release filling his senses.

“You’re mine forever.” One more kiss, soft and lingering. “Your body is a miracle. And it’s mine.” He licked the drops of his seed that had escaped, and the taste mixed with Navid’s slick had his balls aching all over again.

He lifted his head. Navid’s erection hadn’t gone down, and his balls were drawn up tight. Under Zana’s gaze, his sullied hole puckered open, revealing more of his milky seed.

Zana had never felt so raw and weak. He’d turn into an addict, a slave to Navid’s pleasure; he could just see it. The love and lust he felt for his young husband made him lose his control. He was going mad.

“I need you, Navid.”

He knelt over Navid’s folded body and guided his cockhead back into place. The tip fit right into Navid’s fucked-out ass.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Please,” Navid whispered.

Zana pushed inside him, watching Navid’s face for any trace of discomfort. Navid’s eyes closed with relief when Zana filled him again, the abundance of slick and cum easing the way.

“I adore you.” The words fell out by themselves. “You’re perfect for me, my darling.”

Like this, Zana could hold Navid to his heart and kiss his face. So he did just that. His cock tingling in the snug, wet heat, he