The Prince’s Boy: 74

74: Jorin

I woke from a dream that Sergetten was riding me to find him balls deep in me, withdrawing slowly and then pushing back in slowly. I groaned as the arousal my body had been feeling all along suddenly caught up with my mind, and I shuddered under him.

“No spilling,” he warned.

“No, sir. I am… in no rush for this to end, sir.”

He made a grunt of satisfaction at that, pushing my knees apart a little wider and deepening his thrust.

He moved with a slow, even rhythm, so smooth that I drifted back and forth between sleep and waking a few times, enjoying the sudden realization that he was inside me each time I woke again.

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The Prince’s Boy: 74

74: Jorin

I woke from a dream that Sergetten was riding me to find him balls deep in me, withdrawing slowly and then pushing back in slowly. I groaned as the arousal my body had been feeling all along suddenly caught up with my mind, and I shuddered under him.

“No spilling,” he warned.

“No, sir. I am… in no rush for this to end, sir.”

He made a grunt of satisfaction at that, pushing my knees apart a little wider and deepening his thrust.

He moved with a slow, even rhythm, so smooth that I drifted back and forth between sleep and waking a few times, enjoying the sudden realization that he was inside me each time I woke again.

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.