Page 35 of A Winter Redemption

Ketho rocked back. Jarne withdrew. Ketho made a sound like a sob.

“After all, isn’t he the one you want?” Jarne stroked a thumb down the side of Ketho’s neck.

Ketho shivered. “No. I want you.” Ketho rocked back again, but still Jarne did not relent. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Ketho snapped. “You stupid fucking arsehole. Just fuck me already.” His voice shook.

Jarne rolled his hips, still not enough to enter Jarne.

Ketho whimpered. “What do I need to do to make you fuck me?”

Jarne licked his lips. “Beg,” Jarne said. “Beg me to fuck you.”

Ketho didn’t speak for a moment. He held completely still. “Please.” A soft plea. “Jarne, please. Fuck me. I want it. I need it. I need you.”

“More,” Jarne demanded. He felt light-headed and almost dizzy at hearing the sound of Ketho begging.

“Please. Please! I need to feel you inside me. I’m desperate.” Ketho dropped his forehead. “I need you to fuck me with your magnificent cock.”

Jarne released his grip on Ketho’s neck. He slid his hand down Ketho’s back. He grabbed both of Ketho’s hips and thrust. Deep.

Ketho screamed, back arching as Jarne’s cock slid fully inside him, right to the hilt.

Then Jarne fucked him. Hard and fast. A punishing rhythm as his fingers dug into Ketho’s hips with enough pressure to leave bruises.

“Yes!” Ketho hissed. “Yes! Fuck me!” He gasped. “Just like that. Keep fucking me like that.”

Jarne did. Not that he could stop now that he’d started. He’d held back as long as he could. Now he just wanted to thrust and fuck and plunge into Ketho’s tight, hot hole until he spilled his seed.

Jarne gasped and groaned as he lost himself in the pleasure. Each thrust jolted Ketho forward. Jarne grabbed for Ketho’s shoulder, and each time Jarne thrust, he pulled Ketho back to meet him.

“Yes! Right there! Right… Oh…” Ketho groaned.

Their bodies slapped together. And with each powerful thrust, Jarne felt his orgasm approach closer and closer. Pleasure coiled and built inside his body.

Ketho reached back with his hand, grasping at Jarne’s sweaty thigh.

The bed rocked and creaked with their erratic movements.

“Ah! Yes.” Ketho grunted. “Fuck! Oh… Oh! Jarne… I’m…” Ketho’s body convulsed as he reached his peak. His body tensed impossibly tight around Jarne’s dick, squeezing him.

Jarne kept fucking Ketho, riding him hard, his own peak so close. His balls tightened, and he came with a shout, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside Ketho once more.

He collapsed onto Ketho’s back. Ketho groaned.

Together they slumped. Jarne pulled his cock from Ketho’s hole and lay down. Ketho rolled over. Neither moved. Both were too exhausted.

A few moments later, he heard Ketho’s breathing even out.

Jarne stared at Ketho, still reeling from what had just passed. He had never done anything like that before. He’d never been so passionate or overcome with jealousy. To be honest, he’d assumed he wasn’t the jealous type.

When he’d seen Sasha and that man together, he’d been offended. His dignity and pride had been wounded. He’d been hurt by the betrayal. But not jealous. Surely he should have been more jealous and possessive of his own husband than a man he’d only known for a week and a half.

Jarne didn’t quite know what to think of that.

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