Page 70 of Mistaken Prejudice

Please.

Whenever that word came out of his mouth, I lost all reason.

A feral groan left my throat as I pulled my tongue out and got on my knees. I then reached for my nightstand and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube I’d kept there. Going all the way now, with the whole house up and awake, was a bit risky. But with some luck, no one would bother us before I could make my Zaychik come screaming around on my cock.

“Turn around. On your hands and knees, Zaychik,” I commanded as I got rid of my boxers. By the time my fingers were decently lubed, Miles was on all fours, with his ass up and ready to go.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I parted his cheeks and stared at his hole. I was becoming an addict.

“Andrei—”

“Yes, baby, I know… I just want to admire you a bit more,” I whispered as I pressed my thumb against his rim, softly pushing the digit until it slid right in. He was still soft from earlier and wet from my spit. Had it not been for his sighs and groans, I would have feared he was still sore, but no. My baby was more than ready to take me in.

I tore off the condom wrapper and put it on before I aligned my hips with his back.

“One day, very soon.” I rubbed the head of my dick over his entrance. “I’m going to fuck you bare.”

“Oh fuck—” His words turned into a long moan as I slowly breached his first ring of muscles and settled deep inside him, only to pull almost all the way out.

“I’ll fill you up with my cum.” I thrust inside him again, still slow and controlled. “Only to watch it drip out of you later.”

“Holy shit, Andrei.” His voice was on the verge of crying. Music to my fucking ears. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I didn’t care if someone heard us. Hell, they probably heard every word I just said. Let alone Miles’s moans. He wasn’t one to keep his voice down, but I didn’t think he cared either.

I grabbed his hips and started to move him faster with my thrusts. The harder I went, the stronger he cried, and I knew he was close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end. Soon, but not yet.

I pulled out of him and turned him on his side. I locked my arm under his knee before sliding back inside of him.

My poor bed cracked under our weight, and with each move, it felt like it was about to break.

“Andrei.” The way he cried out my name made my heart flutter, and I used my other hand to bring his face closer.

“I know, baby, I know,” I whispered over his lips before I kissed him.

His hand came to grab his dick as he started stroking himself to match my thrusts. Our kiss deepened—tongue curling and lips biting as we reached our limits.

His soft hand came to rest on my cheek, and the gentle touch sent shivers down my spine.

“I love you,” he whispered over my lips. “I love you so much.”

My orgasm hit me like a wave as I came harder than I ever did before and I spilled inside the condom as Miles’s orgasm hit him.

His mouth was shaped in an O, and I shut it with my own. I kissed him until we were out of breath and spent.

“That was intense.” He panted as he dropped his head to the pillow.

“Hey.” I rubbed my nose against the side of his neck.

“Mhmm?” He tilted his head to face me.

“I love you.” I watched as his sweaty, flushed face lit up and a soft smile spread on it.

“I love you too,” he whispered and kissed me again.

Chapter 22

Miles