by Fel Fern
“Is something wrong, Riley?” Zack asked, concerned.
“I’ll tell you later. Make love to me, please?”
“How can I resist?” Zack planted Riley’s legs over his shoulders and uncapped the lube. Applying lube into his fingers and Riley’s hole, Zack nudged one digit in, and a second. Moaning, Riley clawed at the sheets.
“Please, Zack.”
That did the trick. Grabbing his hips, Zack blanketed his body over Riley’s and nudged his cockhead inside Riley’s waiting hole. Having done this plenty of times, Zack sheathed himself all the way in. Riley locked his arms around Zack’s neck, whimpering.
“So tight, pet. So perfect,” Zack said against Riley’s ear.
After that, they no longer spoke. Zack hammered in and out of him, reducing both of them to groans and pants. Riley dug his fingers into Zack’s shoulders, but Zack didn’t seem to mind. Zack claimed his lips and jolts of pleasure hit Riley. Shifting the angle of his entry, Zack slammed into Riley’s sweet spot.
Gasping, Riley whimpered when Zack started stroking his dick, timing it with his thrusts. Zack fucked him faster, harder, practically making the mattress vibrate.
“Come together,” Zack instructed with panting breaths.
Entering Riley one more time, Zack growled out his pleasure. Head spinning, Riley screamed out Zack’s name as the pressure building inside him broke. He spurted strings of his cum all over Zack’s chest and stomach. Several more thrusts inside him and Zack reached climax, shooting his load inside Riley’s opening.
“Fuck,” Zack muttered, collapsing on top of him.
Reaching out, Riley ran his fingers through Zack’s sweat-soaked hair. No time like the present to tell Zack the good news. Riley grabbed Zack’s hand and planted it over his belly. Zack froze, and the realization kicked in. With an elated cry, Zack pulled him into a tight embrace.
“You’re happy then?” Riley had to ask.
Zack kiss him hard enough to bruise.
“Of course. Baby, a home, a mate and a pup about to come into our lives, we really have it all don’t we?”
“Yeah, we do.”
“I love you so fucking much, baby.”
“I love you, too, Zack.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day, and loves penning erotic romance at night. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.
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