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“Oh gods, yes, that’s the spot. I—Kjartan!”

I felt his climax against my abs, his throbbing cock at my skin as he came all over himself.

I can’t hold back.

Realisation hit me hard and I faltered in my rhythm.

“Yes, gods yes. Fill me up, Kjartan. Make me drip with your cum.” Hearing the delicate man moan these filthy words pushed me over the edge. I fucked him through my orgasm, doing as he asked and breeding his hole.

Then I rolled us around, careful to stay inside him. Beryl rested his cheek on my hammering heart, and we cuddled until our breaths had calmed down.

“Kjartan?”

“Yes?” I whispered.

“I would have to leave in about twenty minutes…”

“Unless you wanted to stay the night?” I took the question from his lips.

“I mean I can totally make it to the station.”

“Stay, Vindur. Please. I don’t want this to end just yet ”

“Okay.”

I felt his cheek pull into a smile.

“I don’t think we’ll fit into my shower, but I like the idea of falling asleep with you in my arms.”

Beryl’s ass clenched around my cock. “Okay, real talk: I never knew I was into this romantic shit. Gods, it’s amazing. Never stop.”

I swallowed, feeling my length harden in him. “I promise I won’t.”

He rolled his hips against mine, drawing a shuddering breath as my cock slid out an inch or two and back in.

“I’m kind of starved,” he giggled, and it was like the first ray of sunlight at the end of a long night.

“Me, too,” I confessed.

My beautiful, silver-haired Sylph raised himself up, planted his hands on my pecs and held my gaze as he rode me. Soft lamp light illuminated his skin as if it was a dream—a dream that made me come embarrassingly fast.

“Bee!” I growled, raising myself up to a sitting position and dragging his mouth on mine. I needed his taste on my tongue, his gasping breaths against my lips, and his smooth cock between our bodies.

“I’m going to come, oh gods, Kjartan!” He ended on a sobbing moan, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me. I need to see when you fall for me!”

His lids snapped open as his mouth went slack, and he came between our bodies yet again.

Chapter 15

Beryl

Kjartan let go and stuffed me even more.

The idea that by now my stomach bulged with his release turned me feral. Well, at least my mind. My body was all heavy limbs and slack muscles.

If I didn’t have to shower and use the bathroom, I would have just gone to sleep straight away.