Page 147 of Control Freak

I rolled my hips, sinking deeper into him, then withdrew to thrust with more force. Shiloh muffled his cries by shoving a Ring Pop into his mouth. He sucked it with soft little moans and cries as I picked up speed.

His rigid dick was bouncing over his abs, weeping precum. I didn’t yet have the coordination down to fuck him and jerk him, but Shiloh reached down and squeezed and stroked. I watched as he arched, cock spraying.

His ass tightened around my shaft, buried deep inside him, squeezing me and bringing me right to the edge.

I pushed deeper as the pleasure peaked, gritting my teeth to hold back the loud shout that wanted to emerge as my cock shot.

I bit my lip bloody, trying to quiet my moans, body shaking as I fell apart.

I pulled out, stumbled to the side, and fell onto the bed beside Shiloh, breathing hard.

I threw an arm over my eyes, riding out the wave of bliss.

Joy bubbled up, so much that I thought I might float right off the bed.

I was awed. Too overwhelmed to contain all the emotions inside me.

I started shaking.

“Are you okay?” Shiloh asked, sounding concerned.

I dropped my arm, laughter bursting from me. “Sor—sorry,” I gasped between laughs as tears poured from the corners of my eyes. “I’m just…” I laughed again. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Shiloh’s eyes crinkled as he giggled beside me. “It workedreallywell,” he said. “You’re a natural, Sugar Daddy.”

I groaned. “Never call me that in bed.”

He laughed, propping himself on an elbow beside me. “Sorry, baby, but your dick has been inside me, so I get to call you whatever I want. Them’s the rules.”

My heart lurched. Holy shit. My dick wasinsidehis body.

I’dfuckeda guy. Not just in spirit, but with every part of my body. My mouth, my hands, my dick.

“I love you,” I said, voice trembling.

“Oh, Holden,” he said, voice softening. “I love you too. So much.”

I blinked away the tears threatening. I refused to cry every time we had sex, damn it. This was my life now.

My trauma had isolated me, panicked me, for years. But I was no longer alone. I had a loving partner who patiently followed my lead, respected all my boundaries, and had just given me the best sexual experience of my life.

“Thank you,” I said. “For waiting for me.”

“I’d wait for you forever,” Shiloh said.

“It’s not like I’m fixed, you know,” I felt the need to add. “I may not be comfortable with that much touch all the time. I’m not really sure how it’ll work.”

“That’s okay,” Shiloh said. “We have our whole lives to figure it out. We can just take it one step at a time.”

“You really mean that? I can’t promise there won’t be bad days. Days I can’t touch at all.”

“Holden,” he said sternly. “Stop trying to scare me away. It won’t work. I don’t care if it takes one week, one year, or one decade before we do this again. Because you’ll be beside me,loving me. And you give me so much more than your dick, babe. You give me your heart, your care, your consideration. All those things mean so much more.”

I shook my head, awed by the wonderful man I’d discovered by stumbling into a cam room, awkward and repressed, desperate for connection and sexual release.

I never could have anticipated meeting Shiloh Blum.

My healing wasn’t over, but with Shiloh by my side, I felt stronger, more confident that I’d enjoy the journey, regardless of where it took me.