Page 52 of Learn Your Limits

Folding my arms beneath my head, my eyes flutter shut as I focus on the feeling of his tongue swirling over the sensitive area surrounding my hole. Slowly, he slides the tip of his finger in, and the pressure is too much for me to handle with the way every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

“Milo,” I whimper, hips jerking when he eases it in deeper. My thumb swirls over my slit to gather the pre-cum pooled there before I begin to fiercely stroke my cock.

Suddenly, there’s a loud smack accompanied by a sharp sting on my ass that radiates through my body and has my cock throbbing and dripping between my legs.

Milo spanked me. And ho-ly fuck do I want him to do it again.

“Hands off your cock, Reid,” he growls, smoothing his hand over my stinging flesh. He waits for me to pull my hand away before he says, “Now be a good boy and grab the lube.”

Groaning, I climb off the bed with Milo's help, but he doesn't let me go far. Looping an arm around my waist, he pulls me to him as his other hand grasps the nape of my neck, his thumb moving in soothing circles over my skin. “You're doing so well, Muneco,” he praises.

Warmth floods my system as I lean down to rest my forehead against his, willing my erratic heartbeat to settle.

“I love you,” Milo rasps, his lips brushing against my cheek with every syllable. His hand on my nape moves, pinching my chin between his fingers as he looks up at me with eyes full of warmth.

“I love you,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist as I lean down to press my lips softly against his. We stand there in silence, breathing each other in, and I swear it's in that moment that our hearts sync.

With a heavy swallow, I step out of his embrace and move to grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer. Milo’s pants and boxers are off when I turn back around, his hand wrapped around his dick as he strokes himself slowly.

“Help get me ready for you,” he says, guiding my free hand to the tip of his length. Flicking open the cap, I drizzle a line of the clear liquid down his shaft. With a groan, I swirl my palm over his crown, gently guiding his foreskin back from his tip to expose him.

“I need you, Emiliano,” I rasp, meeting his heated gaze as I stroke him, focusing my touch on the sensitive nerves beneath his crown.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he promises, sealing it with a quick kiss to my lips before his hands are on my waist, turning me to face the bed again. “Relax and let me give you what you need.”

Crawling to the center of the bed on my hands and knees, I glance over my shoulder to watch Milo position himself behind me. He anchors his body to mine, holding my hip in one hand while he wraps the other around his base, guiding the slick blunt head of his dick to my entrance.

Needing to feel him inside of me, I take a steadying breath and press my hips back. “Please, Milo,” I beg. His grip is secure on my waist as he eases forward, finally breaching the tight ring of muscle.

The few weeks we've been apart have felt like torture, and I need to feel connected to him again in this way, to feel the way our bodies fit perfectly together.

"Fuck," Milo curses. "Así, Muneco. Just like that." His grip turns near-bruising on my hips as he pulls me back, encouraging me to take him deeper. The slight burn is a welcome sensation as I use him to slowly work myself open, moaning when his pelvis rests against my ass.

His heavy breaths and the almost painful way his hands are holding my body to his tell me that he's teetering on the edge just like I am, not yet wanting this to end but desperately needing to sink into the feeling of euphoria as well.

His fingertips dance across my skin, tracing along my spine as I rock forward until only the head of his dick rests inside of me, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to suppress a moan.

Stealing another glance over my shoulder, I find Milo’s focus fixed on where we’re joined, and it has me pressing back to take him farther into my body once more.

His grip immediately moves to my waist, his gaze lifting to meet mine, revealing stormy green irises nearly consumed by lust-blown pupils.

“You’re so fucking hot and tight for me, baby,” he groans.

Burying himself inside of me, he keeps my hips flush against his as he grinds into me.

“Come here,” he commands, snaking an arm across my torso to pull me up and hold me in place, my back to his chest. He slams into me, angling himself in a way that has the head of his cock lighting up every nerve ending inside of me with each deep thrust. When he pegs the right spot, a sharp zap of heat shoots straight through me.

The feeling intensifies when he releases my torso and moves his hand to the base of my throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to steal the breath from my lungs.

My cock begins to pulse between my legs as my orgasm rushes to the surface.

“Daddy, fuck,” I breathe. “I’m gonna come.

” The words fall from my lips on a moan just as he thrusts into me with force, sending me flying over the edge.

My head falls to my chest in shock as my mouth drops open with a long drawn out moan, watching as cum spills from my cock, painting the dark blue comforter in streaks of white… without him even touching me.

Milo fucks me through it, using my body to chase his own release.

Shifting one arm back, I reach over my head to grasp his hair, desperately needing the connection as I ride out the blissful waves.

My other hand moves to hold on to his forearm where his hand is still wrapped around the base of my throat.

“You were just so worked up, weren’t you?

” he rasps, moving his hand from my hip to follow the cut V-line of my abdomen, grasping my still hard cock.

His grip is tight as he runs his hand down my length like he’s desperate to wring out every last drop.

“Needy little thing,” he groans, his warm breath a caress on my bare shoulder.

“You’re going to take all of Daddy’s cum like a good boy, aren’t you?

” He presses kiss after kiss along my shoulder, trailing his lips over my heated flesh to the nape of my neck.

The feeling of his mouth on the back of my neck sends a delicious chill down my spine, goosebumps peppering along my skin. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant breathlessly through the post-orgasm haze.

Holding me closer, Milo growls into my ear as he thrusts one final time before holding my body in place. A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he finally spills inside of me.

With our panting breaths filling the silence, Milo’s hand moves from my throat to my chin, turning my face to the side as he seals his lips over mine. The kiss is slow and gentle. It’s a kiss filled with all that we have been through and all that we have to look forward to.

It’s everything.