EPILOGUE: Part 2
EPILOGUE: Part 2
Magnus Hale
I go down further, kissing his firm abdomen until I reach the waistband of his pants. His gaze meets mine—breathless, lost between pleasure and expectation.
I give a provocative, lopsided smile and pull his pants down, caring for nothing but the desire consuming us.
Unable to stop, I spread his legs and take his hardness firmly into my mouth.
"Fuck... Yes, my love," he grips my hair tightly.
I keep a steady rhythm, back and forth, managing to swallow as much as possible. I pull my mouth away just a bit, only to lick his entire length, tasting the delicious pre-cum. I stroke him while I suck on his balls, driving him crazy.
"Magnus... That’s so good. Dammit, I’m losing my mind." His voice is breathless, excited.
I go back to swallowing his cock, sliding even deeper, gagging a little in the process. He pushes against my head; I feel the tip of his hardness hit the back of my throat, driving me insane.
He pulls my head back with force, making me pull my mouth away from him. I start to cough, feeling the air rush back into my lungs. His mouth finds mine, and he pulls me onto his lap, gripping my glutes hard. Desire dominates me, controlling my movements; I grind against his lap, driving him wild.
He flips me onto the bed, ripping my shirt without a care. His mouth finds my nipple—sucking, biting, licking—making me lose my head.
"Adrian... That feels good." I bite my lips hard as I feel his hand slide inside my underwear.
He slides his other hand over my lips, stopping me from biting them.
"Don't hold back your moans; I want to hear them for the rest of the day, my god."
His gaze is dark, pupils dilated with pleasure, which fascinates me. Unable to wait, he pulls my pants off, throwing them to some corner of the room and spreading my legs, leaving me exposed.
"How I missed seeing you like this. So surrendered." He leans down, smelling me. "Fuck, you're so hot."
He grips my pulsing hardness and leans down, licking the tip, sliding smoothly. Then, without waiting any longer, he swallows me. My moan fills the room; I feel his tight throat, the heat—hot, soft.
"Fuck, Adrian. Keep going... Your mouth feels so good."
He rests his hands on my thigh, and the intensity of his mouth increases. He goes all the way down, then back, leaving my cock all slick and wet.
"Damn... Don't stop," I plead, and he obeys, swallowing me again.
He takes my cock out of his mouth, grabs my legs, and flips me over, making me get on all fours.
"Arch that ass for me, my love," he asks, his voice crazed with desire and possession.
I do as he asks, pushing my hips back, giving him a full view of my entrance.
"Delicious. I'm already drooling."
He spreads my cheeks, and I feel the tip of his tongue playing with my opening. My body shudders with pleasure; he gives me no rest, continuing to lick and suck.
His hand grips my length and starts jerking me off without stopping the work behind.
"Love... Adrian! Shit." My moans become breathless, desperate.
I start to grind against his tongue, letting the pleasure take over.
"Yes... Just like that, my love. Grind that ass for your husband," he says, going back to eating me out.
"Oh, Adrian... Please, I don't want to come like this. I want you inside me. Fuck, don't make me beg anymore, Adrian."
I hear his satisfied laugh.
"I still need to prep you, love. I don't want to hurt you."
I look at him over my shoulder, seeing his flushed, excited face.
"Fuck 'prepping,' I'm a man, Adrian. I can handle a little pain. Fuck me, dammit. Fuck your man."
His look changed, his posture shifted, and one thing I know: I'm in for it now, literally.
"You asked for it, my love."
He positions himself behind me and brushes the head of his cock against my hole. He soon lines up, and I feel him push in slowly, opening me up bit by bit.
"Oh, shit... You're so big," I say between sighs.
"And you're so tight, love. Feels like you're going to snap my cock in half." He grips my waist hard.
I close my eyes, feeling his hardness stretching me open; it hurts, but it's also blissful. Once he's fully inside, he doesn't wait—his thrusts become savage.
"Adrian! Oh, shit... That... So good." My moans fill the entire room.
He leans over my body, biting the back of my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking. His thrusts are violent and brutal, hitting that sweet spot perfectly every single time.
"I love you, Magnus... Fuck, you’re mine, only mine, dammit! I’ll kill you if you ever leave me." His words turn aggressive, which only excites me even more.
"A-Adrian... Harder... Brute... Oh, just like that." His thrusts become even more powerful.
His hands grip my throat tightly from behind, cutting off my air completely.
"Fuck... What a goddamn delicious little ass. So tight. Mine. Only mine."
His grip tightens, tears begin to stream down my face, and the pleasure multiplies. And he doesn't stop his savage penetrations, hitting my prostate over and over again.
"F-Fuck... Oh!" I feel my orgasm arrive so intensely that my vision goes dark for a second.
His fingers pull away from my throat, and the air rushes back in with a harsh sound, drawing a shaky cough from me.
I turn my face over my shoulder and almost moan at what I see: Adrian with his eyes closed, lips parted, and neck slightly arched. His expression is the picture of absolute pleasure, so erotic that it almost makes me come again just by looking at him.
Mainly because of the low, trembling moans escaping his lips; each one drives me crazy, consumes me, and makes me want more.
I start to move my hips, provoking louder, hoarser groans from him.
He opens his eyes and stares at me with that burning glint I already love—a gaze that devours me, dominates me, and makes me forget to breathe.
Suddenly, he flips me over, leaving me facing him.
He begins to penetrate me again with a torturous slowness, every movement driving me completely insane.
"A-Adrian..." He kisses me calmly, maintaining the slow rhythm, and every movement sends shivers through my entire being.
"I love you," he whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse, heavy with desire. "My husband... my beautiful god."