Page 98 of King of Hollywood

As lost inside him as he was inside me.

I was so close.

I was so, so close.

And when Felix reached down and began stroking his own cock, bouncing eagerly on top of me, his cock bobbing, I just—

I just—

I couldn’t.

It was my turn.

With a howl, I flipped us over, shoving him into the mattress with a ferocity I hadn’t even known I possessed. Felix made a startled sound, though the hand on his dick didn’t stop stroking the flesh.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, biting at his neck, his shoulders, down his chest as my hips continued to snap a brutal, unforgiving pace into his body. Tight, wet, warm, warm, warm. Yes—fuck.

Down bitch.

Down, down.

That’s it.

Take it, take it, take it.

“Nnnn,” I whined, gnawing at his pec, my teeth worrying his nipple as I curled over him.

I’d fought hard to win Felix’s submission, and I was going to take it.

“That’s it—” Felix hiccuped, no longer quite so put together. He sounded as fucked out as I felt. “That’s it, Marshall,” he spread his legs wider, the submission making my blood sing.

That’s it, I thought, mirroring his words.

Let me in.

Submit to me.

Let me have you.

You’re mine, mine, mine.

I felt the hot splatter of Felix’s cum before my own orgasm came. His face scrunched up, his brow knit. The tendons in his neck tensed as he tossed his head back, a breathy little hiccup escaping him as his pleasure spilled messy between us.

That was it.

All it took.

Once, twice, three times, I slapped against his ass, spilling inside him with a heavy whine of my own. I ground hard against the swell of his pert ass, my cum filling him up, marking him from the inside out. A wet, squelching noise sounded as I continued to grind into him even after my orgasm had ended.

“Fuck,” Felix sighed, stretching a hand out—the clean one—and curling it around the nape of my neck. He hauled me up, mouth meeting mine in a searing, sated kiss. “Well, so much for being a gentleman,” he joked softly.

I laughed.

I laughed and laughed and laughed.

We curled up together beneath the covers, naked, sticky, sated. I bundled Felix in my arms and he fit there. He fit there so well it was hard to ever believe there’d been a time when I hadn’t known how good he felt.

Our monsters were sated.