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I attempt to get the head of my cock where it belongs, but find it difficult. Zayne doesn't hesitate to reach back, angling it perfectly before rolling his hips.

The head of my cock presses against him, my balls already tight.

"Jesus," I groan, my hips stalling.

"Further," he pants.

I give him what he demands, pressing my forehead to the back of his neck as I sink inside of him.

"This," I groan. "Is fucking life-changing."

"Jesus, you're big," he moans. "Fucking perfect."

I can't count the number of times I pictured this. How many times have I tried to shove it out of my head and lost the battle? I'm sure I've come a million times, stroking my own cock to the idea of what this would feel like to him, but it has nothing on the real fucking thing. It's indescribable, the way it feels to have him wrapped around me this way.

"My cock," he whines with need.

I reach around his hip, hand clamping around his cock, and stroke him. The clench of his ass increases, the pleasure of it making my vision go a little blurry.

The man is fucking deadly, and if I have a choice when it's my time to leave this earth, this is exactly how I want to go.

"I can't," he mutters, and for a second I think he wants me to stop, but then his hand wraps around mine, urging me to grip him tighter.

I stroke the length of him, pressing in deeper with the up stroke and pulling back when I work my hand down the length of his cock.

"I'm sorry," he manages just as the first kick of his orgasm pulses in his cock.

"Fuck," I grunt, the pulsing clench of his orgasm taking my cock hostage. "Don't be. Jesus. Never in my fucking life."

My mouth hangs open, breaths uneven and erratic as he comes. It triggers my own orgasm, and it's the best thing that has ever happened to me. The regret with my inability to last longer is just a hint of my emotions right now.

I throb inside of him, years of unspent need satisfied with a handful of pulses inside of him.

Weakness works its way into my bones as if one orgasm can drain the life right out of me.

I press my lips to the base of his neck, my words a whisper against sweat-dampened skin.

"I'll get better."

"That was perfect," he vows. "So fucking perfect."

I smile, lips curving upward on his throat.

"I think I came as fast that time as the first time you ever touched me."

His laugh is tender, coated with his own exhaustion.

"I rode that high for weeks," he confesses. "I think I'll ride this high even longer."

Chapter 43

Zayne

"I can't believe I forgot that," Frankie says as he watches me open the Snickers bar.

"Forgot what?" I ask before lifting it to my mouth.

That first hit of chocolate melts on my tongue, and I moan at the rush of sugar I know is going to hit me in a few minutes.