me. Do you have any idea how beautiful and
perfect you are?” he murmured in Reed’s ear. “I think I always knew
I didn’t have a chance against you, so I pretended and I hid behind
scruples that should not have the strength to stop a mating. For you,
baby. Everything else, it’s just a detail. Just you and I matter.”
“I’m glad you told me, though. I finally get it. I was a self-
righteous prick.”
“No, you weren’t.” Anson pecked his lips. “I’m just an
oversensitive, old-fashioned geezer. But you know what? As long as
you don’t care, I don’t care, either.”
In Anson’s eyes, Reed saw need, acceptance, and a love that could
only be born out of a mating. And just like that, Reed forgot about the
past, forgot about how many people would be against them once this
came out. “Let me suck your cock,” he said like in he had hours
before, only this time, he finished with, “Sonny.”
Anson released a low growl. “I’m think I’m gonna suck yours
first. I just want to eat you up.”
Before Reed could even figure out what was going on, Anson
pushed him down on the grass. Reed fell with a soft oof and didn’t
even have the time to utter one single word. Instants later, wet heat
surrounded his cock as Anson took the leaking shaft in his mouth.
There was something to be said about having a lover older than
himself. While the knowledge that Anson had been with other people
bothered Reed, he was certainly enjoying the results. Reed had never
actually been with anyone, the only orgasms he’d ever reached being
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at his own hand. As such, Anson’s talented mouth had him a writhing,
pleading mess in seconds. He didn’t know whether he should thrust
inside Anson’s mouth or try to hold back. He bit so hard on his lower
lip that he tasted blood. He was afraid that, without the slight tinge of
pain, he’d come on the spot and embarrass himself in front of Anson.
Anson caressed his hip, and Reed clearly got the message. He
could let go and give Anson the full extent of his passion. He could
simply be himself, without fearing rejection. Hell, just the sight of
Anson between Reed’s legs, working Reed’s cock, was pure sin. How
could Reed even hope to resist his wolf mate?
There was nothing he could do to resist the wolf. Reed released
the torrent of his desire, fucking his mate’s face, seeking the pleasure
only Anson could provide. A distant part of his mind registered the
sound of a tube opening, but he was too focused on the wet vacuum
sucking his brains through his dick for it to truly process. It was only
when a slick digit rubbed against his hole that Reed at last realized
what was going on.
He hadn’t thought he could be more aroused, at least not without
coming, but apparently, he’d underestimated his body’s ability to
withstand a sensual attack. He seemed to be waiting for something,
unconsciously, perhaps. He wanted to have Anson inside him when
he came.
Even so, when the finger wormed its way into his passage, Reed
could barely keep himself from climaxing. He pushed back against
the invading digit, his entire body aching for his mate’s touch. Anson
slowly finger-fucked him, and it was only the lazy rhythm that
prevented Reed’s peak. But with Anson still sucking his cock, Reed
was so very close. He could almost taste his impending orgasm, feel it
within his reach.
It was then that Anson crooked his fingers inside Reed’s body,
hitting Reed’s prostate. The pleasure that assaulted Reed was, for lack
of a better word, explosive. This time, there was truly nothing Reed
could do to hold back.
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“Sonny!” he cried as he sent a stream of spunk down Anson’s
throat. Anson greedily gulped it all down, lapping at it as if it were the
tastiest treat in existence. Reed barely suppressed the urge to whimper
as his mate licked him clean. Every nerve in his body was awake