Page 176 of Shadowman

“Uh-huh,” I mewl. “I am… I’m about to—”

“M-make sure you don’t… spill a drop.” He shivers. “I want it all… in that… bottle—fuck, I’m gonna come, baby…”

“Ohh… Byron!Baby baby yes, fffucking… come in me!”

I have no clue how this keeps happening, but we’re comingtogether. The second I feel him throbbing warmth inside me, my dick begins to shoot,uncontrollably. Byron aims my cock, my jittery hand holding the opening of the lube bottle so that I can come into it. Some dribbles over the side, but I use my fingers to push it in.

I’m surprised I’m even able to hold still enough to do this, or that he’s able to aim while we’re both shuddering, tightening and releasing. Moaning and breathing…

Coming. Together.

Bollocks… I’m obsessed with him.

There’s nothing else to say.

He’s… the one.

“How could youpossiblyknow something like that already?”

Fuck you… Don’t try to distract me while I’m basking in this.

“Fuck yea.” Byron sighs, coarse and audibly sated as he runs his free hand up into my hair, petting me. “That was awesome.”

My hips wiggle. I feel all gushy inside, and Ireallylike it.More than I should, I’m sure.

“Without a single pump,” I rasp. “Like a holiday for your hips.”

He snorts a laugh, taking the bottle from me and screwing the cap back on—all the while still inside me, by the way. Then he shakes it around.

“I can’t believe you actually did it,” he sneers.

“Can’t you?”

“Okay, I can.” He chuckles. “I wonder if they’ll be able to tell…”

“Doubt it,” I scoff. “I bet they’re so swept up in one another, they’d reach for just about anything.”

“I guess I can… understand that,” he says softly. I peek at him over my shoulder. “I’m just saying, if there was no lube around, I’d… find something to use.”

He seems to be getting fidgety all of a sudden, which has me grinning up a storm.

“Would you?” I grasp his jaw, turning over my shoulder.

He feels like he’s warming to it, awaiting the soft, hungry kiss I’m about to give him.

But he catches himself and pulls away before I can, clearing his throat. “Should I just… pull out?”

Despite the disappointment of him apparently not wanting to kiss me, my grin widens, and I shrug. “Fuck it. Let’s leave cum all over his bed.”

Byron gawks at me for a moment, a shy smirk taking over his lips in return. “You’re twisted.”

“So are you.”

“I know,” he hums. “I kinda like it.”

The feeling is mutual, gorgeous.

He pulls his softening dick out, leaving me feeling empty. After having him just resting in me for so long, not having him there anymore is unsettling. Like when you finally get a cast off. The loss feels unnatural.