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“Turn around,” I say gruffly. “And give me my birthday present.”

My fingers slip from him, and he does as I ask, straddling my hips. I slot my bare cock at his hole and he lets out a long exhale, sinking down on it. Doesn’t even hesitate, just falls onto it.

The sensation of finally being inside of him makes me groan. Deep and feral as he takes me all the way inside, impaling himself on me.

Then he just sits there, his fingers clutching my shoulders, his forehead meeting mine.

“You feel so good inside of me,” he whispers.

“You feel good too. So fucking perfect.”

My hands move down to grab on to his ass, and I arch my hips up a little, making him gasp.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck.”

“Language,” I say, and he shakes his head, swallowing.

“Please. Please. Fuck me, Dr. Sinclair,” he begs and then kisses me, a rough, wild kiss that forces my hips up once more. My fingers dig into his ass as he rides me, the two of us working in tandem as we move. I hear the slap of his body against mine, his ass hitting my thighs as his hands slide into my hair, digging into my scalp.

We’re reduced to grunting, whining messes, eating each other’s faces as we fuck. He rides my dick so good.

Hands down, this is the best sex I’ve ever had.

I knew it would be. That’s probably why I resisted him for so long. I knew that as soon as I was inside of him, or he was inside of me, I’d be ruined.

For anyone else.

I only want him.

“Touch me. Touch me. I’m not going to last,” Everly groans, and I reach between us, fisting his cock. He’s grunting and moaning, his body starting to shake, his orgasm starting to crest. And I’m not much better. It’s a miracle that I’ve lasted this long. Some divine intervention wanted to grant me a birthday wish.

One I didn’t even think to wish for.

“Oh fuck! Fuck,” he cries out, and I feel his cock pulse in my hand. His cum jets out and coats my shirt. His hole clenches around my dick, and I can’t resist. I empty inside of him, my thrusts growing frantic until we’re finally done.

Satiated.

For the time being, at least.

“Happy fucking birthday, Silas,” he says as he kisses me sweetly.

We don’t break apart for a while, my dick still inside of him as we lazily make out. This is the best birthday present. This, right here. I could die a happy man tonight.

We make out for so long, neither of us rushing to part from the other, that I grow hard once more. As I fill out in his ass, he trembles against me, whispering that he can take it again. That he’s not too sore.

That he’s been waiting for this all his life.

So I give it to him again.

And again.

Happy birthday to me.

Chapter Fourteen

Silas

Ithink I like being unprofessional.