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Grace

Grace dropped onto the couch beside Mirage, out of breath, his head swimming as he came down from the best orgasm ever.

Not that he remembered the few others not provided by his right hand.

He still hadn’t recovered before Mirage stood, yanked his jeans off, then straddled Grace’s lap.

Mirage’s cock hung thick and heavy between his strong thighs and so swollen it looked reddish purple.

His face was a mask of discomfort as he ripped Grace’s silk shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

That was expensive mulberry silk, but at the moment, he didn’t give a fuck.

Mirage ran his fingertips over the large bandage on Grace’s abdomen.

“I’m glad you remembered not to get it wet. Does this feel okay?”

Grace hissed in annoyance.

You know I can’t feel pain like this.

He grabbed Mirage’s hips and urged him to continue what he was about to do. He was glad his partner cared about his feelings first, but Grace had a one-track mind at the moment.

He planned on coming like he just had as many times as possible tonight.

Mirage placed his palm against the center of Grace’s chest and pushed until he was reclined against the couch cushions.

Mirage gripped his shaft and slid the other hand up Grace’s chest until he was loosely covering his throat.

Grace arched at the erotic contact, releasing a sensual moan as Mirage jerked himself right there over him.

It took about twenty seconds and four slow pulls before Mirage’s face contorted in the most beautiful way, and cum splattered his upper chest.

Grace was breathing as hard as Mirage when he collapsed against him.

“You turn me on so fuckin’ much, Grace,” Mirage confessed, writhing against him, his hips twitching and jerking as he came down.

Mirage

A few minutes later, they wiped the drying cum off their bodies and climbed into Grace’s supersize bed.

The satin sheets made him feel some kind of way, with Grace on top of him, sucking passion marks on his throat and pecs.

This time, they kissed until they were gasping for breath and their lips were too tender to keep going. After, they used their bodies and unspoken connection to continue.

Grace nudged Mirage’s cheek, rubbing his bristly jaw over his before burrowing into his hair.

His cock was ready to shoot again. This time, he’d be buried up to his balls in Grace’s tight ass when he did.

Mirage pushed and maneuvered them until Grace was underneath him with his ass ready for the taking.

He grabbed the lube and hurriedly poured a generous amount on his fingers.

With his mouth against the back of Grace’s ear, he pushed three fingers inside, knowing he could take it without feeling pain.

Grace let out a harsh exhalation and lifted his ass higher.

After a few shallow pumps, Grace reached behind him and knocked Mirage’s hand away, telling him to hurry the fuck up. He wanted his cock, not his fingers.

Mirage slathered his dick and lined himself up.

He covered his partner’s body and pushed Grace’s legs up until his knees were bent enough to make it easier for Mirage to push inside.

Grace tried to force him in, shoving his ass against Mirage’s pelvis, but he pinned Grace down with one forearm against his upper back and the other braced on the mattress next to his head.

“Now you wanna be demanding and impatient,” Mirage snarled into the side of Grace’s mouth. “I’ve been waiting to have you for six goddamn years.”

“I didn’t fuckin’ know that, Mirage. How could I?” Grace snapped back at him.

Well, you’re sure as fuck about to know now because I’m gonna show you what it’s like…all damn night.

Mirage didn’t say anything else. Instead, he let his dick answer as he eased inside with one long thrust, not stopping until his pelvis was flush against Grace’s firm ass.

With his heart pounding against Grace’s flexed muscles, Mirage stayed there, letting his cock throb inside Grace’s ass until he begged with grunts and growls for him to move.

Mirage chuckled, nipping Grace’s earlobe.

He’d move when he was damn good and ready.