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“Scott, if you don’t fuck me now I’m not going to make it much longer,” he hissed when I sped up.
My dick throbbed at his admission and I pulled my fingers out slowly.
I tipped the bottle of lube against the head of my cock, the coolness stifled the heat from my head as I smeared it down my shaft.
Dustin watched as I stroked my cock, groaning at the feeling of the lube as it slid across the ridges.
I lined it up against him. I shivered, almost coming from the contact. I slid my head against him teasing and pushed forward gently. It was like the air was knocked out of my lungs when I slid past his asshole. His eyes met mine, and we both had that stunned look as if we couldn’t process anything but the pleasure. He was so tight, so warm. I moaned out, grabbing hold of his knees to steady myself.
Leaning forward, I grabbed hold of his face, kissing him as my cock sank deeper into his ass. He moaned into our kiss as I flexed my hips, rolling out of him and surging forward again. I could feel his pulse against my own, both of us locked in the ecstasy of the moment. My body tightened, and I reached for his cock, stroking it only to feel him tighten around me even more.
“You feel so fucking good,” I praised as I thrust into him again, stroking him to the pace of my thrusts.
He grunted and moaned, grabbing hold of my shoulders as a cry fell from his lips, “Scott, I — I can’t hold it.”
“Yes you can, and you will.” I urged as my pace faltered. He was so hot, so tight, I could feel his asshole pulsing against my cock as he struggled not to come yet. My lips crashed into his as I picked up my pace. His tongue lashed into mine as his nails raked across my back, urging me to my own release.
A thrust, then another, and I looked at him panting heavily, “Come with me Dustin.”
There was no stopping the surge; the way my balls tightened, aching for release as my hand slipped against his head, milking his cock like it was the last coherent thought I could muster.
“Fuck — Scott.” His plea died as hot cum shot on my chest as everything tightened like a vice. My head spun as his asshole gripped me in an almost painful grip. He jerked my head kissing me as I groaned my release.
I collapsed beside him, thoroughly exhausted, as he looked at me with hooded eyes.
“You fuck like a man possessed,” he chuckled.
“Shut up you liked it,” I smiled, stifling a yawn.
“Yes I did.”
I pecked him on the lips as I closed my eyes, sleep taking its course.
35
LITTLE BUTTERFLY
December 25th
“Thank you Reyna, this is a lovely meal.” I praised the older woman.
She waved me off as she fussed with one of the little kids I had come to know as Malic. The other one, Josh, lookedaround the table before his hand reached out, scooping some mashed potatoes with his finger.
“Ah Doctor Karter you really don’t have to do that, come sit here.” Reyna fussed towards him, trying to take the dishes he carried out of his hands.
I was still utterly pissed at him, and we hadn’t said anything else since I threw the lit matches into the judge’s house. It was hard enough with all the fucking hormones too. I just wanted to eat, sleep, and cry like a two-year-old. I think he was counting on it, or at least wanted some kind of emotional response.
Truth was I was so exhausted from searching for Gabriella that I didn’t have the capacity to assess the wild emotions that ran rampant when I gave them space to breathe.
As if catching my thoughts, Cole’s hand reached under the table towards mine, squeezing firmly. We hadn’t talked about yesterday, about how he didn’t let the judge finish. I didn’t trust Cole blindly. He knew something and wasn’t sharing.
“Where’s Gabby? I miss her.” Malic asked and my heart ached.
“She’s on a special trip, she’ll be back before you know it little dude.” Cole rumbled out.
Swiping quickly at the tear that threatened to fall, I excused myself to the bathroom. I flicked on the faucet to have the noise as the tears ran down my face in quick succession. I couldn’t do this; my heart hurt too much to be away from her. Hell, even these little kids knew her more than I had ever. The thought saddened me; the girl I birthed but never knew.
Resentment coiled in my stomach as I let my tears flow freely, grieving. Cole robbed me of Gabriella; he took her from me way before I could even learn to be better for her. My hands shook as the tears continued to flow. I slid down against the opposite wall, my hands on my knees, as I let go of the emotional tides I had been holding in for months.
