Page 177 of Allegiance
“Please let me cum!” he begged. “Please!”
Gene wasn’t paying attention.
How could he?
He was balls deep in a tight ass.
“God!” he muttered as his whole being was wracked with such pleasure.
As Gene moved in and out of him, he stayed braced above him, and he was enjoying the sight of the man beneath him.
Trapped.
He moved his body closer, trapping Tommy’s erection between their bodies so the friction of him moving would get the man off.
“Yes! God!” he begged, his mouth so close to Gene’s he could feel the warmth of his breath. The whole time, the mingling of cologne wrapped around him, and he was tingling.
As were his balls.
“I hope you’re going to cum,” Gene muttered as he slammed home, over and over again. His hips were in control, and his bigger body trapped Tommy beneath him.
“I’m almost there,” he whimpered.
When Gene reached between them, he grabbed Tommy’s dick and worked it just as hard as he was working his ass.
“Oh, Christ!” he muttered, as the room began spinning, and he was being fucked and manhandled.
Gene knew when he was about to lose it. He felt the pulse in his erection, and how his ass tightened down on his dick.
“Cum for me,” he muttered, as he prepared to unload cum in his fiancé’s ass.
Tommy lost control when Gene bit him roughly on the neck, forcing his body into overload. His dick spasmed, and that heat exploded out of him, shooting all over his chest.
Gene watched him cum, and with one last slam of his hips, he let himself fall.
The heat poured from his body into his fiancé’s.
“God! So good!” he muttered, resting his hands next to Tommy’s head as he sank into that pleasure.
It took him a minute to compose himself, but when he had, he rolled off of his man and laid beside him.
Tommy found his hand and held it as they both stared at the ceiling.
“Was that to soothe me or make me crazy all night?” Gene asked.
Tommy grinned.
“Maybe I just like it when my man roughs me up in bed and fucks me. A duck is a duck is a duck, Gene.”
He laughed.
“Uh-huh.”
“Feel better?” Tommy asked as they lay side-by-side in the bed.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe enough to trust me tonight, and maybe just hover as we work?”