Chapter 117: The Shadow Of Obsession, Part 5, The Ride...

JAMES

Michael grins, displaying white teeth against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop as he watches himself soft-fucking her.

How close is she?

Not far off...

I press in a little harder, rub a little harder and her head flings back in a wide-mouthed wail.

Michael lurches. "Christ, James! Take it easy. You're making her clench..."

Is that right?

I rub again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. "Come on, slacken off a bit. I'm trying not to..."

I keep rubbing...

"Ah, fuck it!" And he pitches forward onto his hands, hips juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to himself, burrowing into her as they climax together.

Holy crap...

They lie entwined, both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute, Michael's eyes open, drift mine.

He kisses into her neck. "I believe," he says, "that your Master would like your mouth around his cock."