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Von stands behind me again with zero apology and grabs the lube he’d set on the bed. Damn Viking is too sexy for me to think of a snarky reply. He’s infuriating and better hurry the fuck up.
“Have patience.” He chuckles, applying lube to his cock.
Von, my man of action, doesn’t speak as he lines up and thrusts halfway in. Blowing out a breath, I listen to his Swedish murmurs in my ear. My body is quick to adjust like Von’s words are controlling my ass’s reaction. A few more slow strokes and I’m craving more, pushing back hard enough that he steadies himself with the dresser to our right.
Von’s fire blue eyes scrutinize me in the mirror and I tug the waistband of the skirt so he can see all my tats for him. He bites my shoulder and my hulking, soccer playing, gorgeous man bends his legs into a squat position to fuck up into me. The change of angle lights up my prostate, causing my knees to actually go weak, but Von holds me up with his cock.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.
“Always, yours.” The words are my truth and I hope he hears my vow beyond the physical connection.
“No one else ever touches you after today.” Von thrusts so deep he might come out of my throat and I’m moaning like a cock slut. “I. Don’t. Share.” He punctuates every word with his hips and I’m gone.
Groaning his name so loud the neighboring farm can probably hear—and any paps if they’re staking out the farm. Von bands his arm around my middle and fills me with his hot seed. I want to live in this moment for the rest of my life. My body has become sparks of his flame, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure.
“You’ll never have to share me, Viking. And I’m not sharing you either.” I pant.
“Jag är för alltid din.” His hand snakes up my torso to grip my neck, and his thumb turns my jaw so we can kiss.
My skirt is covered in cum. There’s a bite mark on my shoulder. I’m wrecked in the best way possible. I used to think bottoming was submissive. Von was right, my sexuality was mixed up.
Giving myself to him is such a powerful act of trust. And damn, if I’d known how good he could make me feel, I would’ve begged him to fuck me long before he did.
“My Swedish isn’t that good yet.” I suck the air from his mouth into mine.
“I am forever yours, Alec Ivy. Now be good so I can clean you up.” He straightens so I’m standing up and places my handsback on the frame. “I love you.” He kisses the side of my head and in a blink, he viciously withdraws his cock but replaces it with his tongue.
Von
Knowing I’m the only man who Alec let fill him with cum is thrilling. He’s turned me into a possessive caveman, and I love it because he loves it. No man's seed will touch him if I have my way. I’m the one he trusts, and it’s a gift I won’t take for granted.
My mouth surrounds his hole so I can taste myself in him and my eyes roll back in my head. I lean back, watching my cum leak out of his ass. His release drips down to cover his balls, and I lick it up. He groans as the motion forces his sensitive cock upward, trapped in the skirt's material. More cum pools in the material and I scoop it out to rub on my cock.
Alec’s brown eyes take in the motion in the mirror as he inhales sharply, knees bending. I’m not sure what his intention is, but I stop his movements and suck the last of my load dripping from his hole. Then I allow him to sit on my thighs.
Gripping his chin, I kiss him and force my cum into his mouth with my tongue. Alec swallows greedily, turning to straddle me. Our mouths devour each other. My air is his and his is mine.
Alec is the sun in my life, and I never want to live without him.
“Mitt hjärta, min skatt, mitt liv, mitt allt.” I profess he’s my heart, my treasure, my life, my everything, and he becomes liquid in my arms.
I hear the fabric rip as Alec’s legs circle my waist. The expensive skirt was the best money I ever spent on a wear-once piece of clothing.
“Let’s go to bed.” I pick him up in my arms.
“We should shower so we don’t wreck the bed.” Alec’s arms loop around my neck.
“I want to smell like you, and I want my cum to soak into your skin to live in your body.” I use one arm to pull the covers back and lie down so he’s on top of me.
“Jesusfuckingchrist, hell, Viking. You’re so filthy I could not love you more. You say I have a mouth on me, but yours has gone X-rated and I’m here for it all day, all night long.” Alec props his head on his elbow so we’re eye to eye.
“Neither one of us is leaving this bed for days.”
“Then you better order a new bed, baby. This thing is lumpy and old and I don’t think the frame can handle what we’re going to put it through.”
“Done.”
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