Chapter 79
Chapter 79:
Though I knew I needed to keep them under control, now wasn’t the time. It was too early to make any plans. I needed to take it day by day. It was easier that way.
With my arousal so hard, I needed to control myself and not indulge in my own desires when Remy needed my attention and a different kind of affection.
“Remy, we don’t have to do anything. I’m happy just holding you and being here for you,” I said softly, kissing his hair and rubbing his back, just above his hip, making sure not to touch him in any sexual way, just caring for him. I had every intention of not going through with sex, but when he quietly pulled away, I knew I was doing it wrong. Again.
Fuck…
“I’m okay. I think… I think I should just go home.” He looked exactly like he did before—hurt and flushed with embarrassment.
“Remy, stop it… Don’t get me wrong. I want you. Badly.” I reached for his hand and guided it to my cock, showing him my arousal. It twitched, and I groaned as he cupped it, gasping when he felt its hardness. He looked like he couldn’t believe that he was the one who had made me hard.
I grabbed his neck and sucked the patch of skin just below his ear as I whispered softly, “You’re strikingly beautiful and alluring. You’re making me want to do all kinds of naughty things with you p>
Remy’s eyes lit up when he inched closer, bravely unbuttoning my shirt. He slid his other hand to feel my bare chest, and the small sigh of breath he took told me he was enjoying our closeness. I pushed him back onto the bed and engulfed him with my body. My forearms were bracing his head, possessively claiming him as I leaned in for another kiss. “Ghazi, I need you p>
My shirt was tossed to the floor, and he quickly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants in seconds. Our kisses grew hotter, sexier, and I groaned the second his hand slipped under my boxers, circling my length and stroking it. My boxers were gone moments later, and his hand continued to stroke me freely, drawing deep, guttural sounds from me. I kept praising him, telling him to keep moving his hand up and down my length.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me follow through with my words, aren’t you?” I gritted out, thrusting my hips against his hand, trying to maintain the perfect rhythm. I was definitely too hard to care.
“Please,” Remy pleaded, fully aware that he was holding me in his hand.
That was all it took for me to start stripping him naked and tasting him eagerly. My eyes roamed to the plane of his chiseled abs. Remy was one of those guys with perfectly lean muscles—tall and gorgeous all at once.
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His soft pleas invited me to trail downward, and I started sucking him off.
The timid movement of his hips told me that he wanted more but was too shy to ask. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” I groaned, and he let out a needy whimper, but did as I told him. “Ghazi! I’m going to… oh, fuck… oh, fuck… oh, fuck!” With his last word, the warmth of his cum shot down my throat, and I swallowed it all.
When I knelt between his legs, grabbing a condom and lube, his eyes were heavy. His body was limp, but he was still eager to please me. He parted his legs and held his knees up, giving me everything. For more chapters visit.net
“Damn it, Remy, you’re so damn beautiful, baby,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed me back vigorously, his hands wrapped around my shoulders, knees bent, his body perfectly folded under mine.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” I half-whispered as I slowly pushed inside, inch by inch, after making sure I had prepped him perfectly and pulled my lubed fingers away. Remy was flushed, moaning, and writhing beneath me. His legs spread wider, offering me more room, urging me to thrust harder and faster. His cock was already hard again, and the fact that I had that effect on him made my ego swell. I complied with his request. With every thrust, we both grunted and moaned as lust filled the air. Our bodies pressed together, and his legs wrapped around my body. My cock sank deep inside him, our lips locked, not caring for air. Our skin damp with sweat, our limbs tangled messily.