Hot Mess 5 (The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection)

by Stormy Glenn

  The intense sounds of Lany’s groans and the need to be buried deep was driving me insane. I pulled my fingers free and got to my knees. After I spread lube around my cock I pushed Lany’s legs back and positioned myself better before I rested Lany’s legs against his chest.

  “Are you ready for me, caro?” I asked with an unsteady voice. My control was nonexistent. I wanted to possess Lany, to bury myself deep inside the man and never come out.

  Grabbing the round globes of Lany’s ass, I separated them and guided my cock into the tight heat of Lany’s body. I exhaled a long breath as I inched deeper. I paused just a moment to savor the feeling of being deep inside my love. Nothing had ever made me feel more complete than being this close to Lany, feeling his heartbeat next to mine.

  I closed my eyes and shuddered.

  “I love the way you take me, caro.” Every time, no questions asked, Lany accepted me into his body. “Sei cosi bello.”

  He was more than beautiful.

  He was breathtaking.

  I stroked my hand slowly down his chest to his abdomen and then slid it to the side. When I reached his hip, I pulled Lany’s body up closer to mine. We fit together as though we were cast from the same mold and then broken apart into two separate people.

  I didn’t want to move. I wanted to lay there and just feel Lany all around me.

  Except not moving just might kill me.

  Slowly, I started to flex my hips, pulling out a fraction of an inch before sliding right back into that sweet hot silk. The next time I pulled back, I went a little farther. The pleasure moving across Lany’s face fascinated me even more than feeling his muscles tighten around my dick.

  Until Lany, I never thought something like that would be possible.

  “You like that, caro?” I asked when the man bit his bottom lip.

  Lany nodded rapidly.

  “Then let me hear you, love.”

  Lany came apart in my arms with those six little words. His head arched back, and the longest, sexiest moan I had ever heard came out of Lany’s mouth. His entire body clenched as if he had just been holding his longing inside.

  “Porca troia.”

  Wild amber-green eyes blinked up at me. “Ti prego, amore.”

  I could no more deny Lany’s request than I could stop breathing. “Arms around my neck, caro.”

  Once Lany’s were wrapped around me, I scooted up onto my legs and then settled him on my thighs. I slid my hands under his butt, lifting him. I couldn’t keep my own groan behind my lips when Lany’s body slid down my cock.

  “You feel so good, Lany.”

  I grabbed one butt cheek in each hand and used that for leverage to lift Lany up and then pull him back down. I pushed forward, sinking in a little deeper each time, moving a little faster.

  “Sal,” Lany whispered as his hands framed my face, pushing my hair back. “Mi piaci da morire.”

  Considering how our lives were going as of late, that was a little closer than I would like to get.

  “Don’t die for me, caro. Live for me.”

  “Sal!”

  Waves of ecstasy throbbed through me when Lany cried out, filling the space between us with his hot seed. His inner muscles gripped me like a vise grip. I thrust my hips forward at the same time that I pulled Lany’s hips down. I caressed the gentle curve of Lany’s hips, his ass.

  I pressed Lany into the blanket and began to drive my cock into his ass faster, harder, deeper. I knew I wasn’t too far behind Lany as the electricity built, working its way up my spine and shattering me into a thousand pieces. I tossed my head back, shouting out Lany’s name as my body convulsed, my seed emptying into Lany’s tight channel.

  I rested my forehead on Lany’s, breathing hard and trying to get my heart rate to slow.

  Lany’s sated amber-green sparkled up at him.

  “Tu sei la mia stella, Lany Delvecchio, la mia brillante stella splendente.”

  Lany chuckled, not the response I expected when I poured my heart out to the man. He just gestured toward the door. “He’s making a mess.”

  I groaned when I glanced over and saw the puppy piddling all over the hardwood floor.

  “Oh yeah.” I nodded. “He’s your dog.”

  THE END

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