Full Domain (Nice Guys 3)

The feeling of Kreed’s throat constricting around his dick almost had him blowing. He slowed his thrusts and gave himself over to the feeling of Kreed’s mouth on him. His hips rolled and his orgasm built, but then Kreed pulled his mouth away, and with it, that wondrous suction, causing Aaron to let a deep, protesting groan slip free. He moaned at the loss of Kreed’s warm mouth and at the cool air on his wet dick. Before Aaron could gather himself enough to figure out what had happened, he heard a lid snap shut then his legs were pushed back and strong fingers found his hole then plunged inside.

“Fuuuck. Yesss!” he hissed and pushed back against the sudden invasion, loving the burn as Kreed urgently worked his ass, stretching him. Aaron gripped the back of his thighs, drawing his legs up higher, holding them open as Kreed scissored his fingers a few more times then added a third.

Chills raced over his heated skin when Kreed’s digits curled and brushed across his prostate. Kreed twisted and pumped in and out of his body, fast and hard each and every time. Aaron lowered his feet to the mattress and dug in, fucking himself on Kreed’s hand. If something didn’t happen, he was going to blow, tumble over the cliff before Kreed ever put his dick inside him.

“Please… Don’t wanna come… Need to feel you in…” He couldn’t draw the air in his lungs to finish the thought. Not with Kreed’s fingers pressing and probing, taking him closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Kreed’s pressure disappeared, leaving him empty. Aaron propped up enough to watch as Kreed tore the foil packet and rolled the condom down his thick length. His ass clenched as Kreed drizzled the lube on that covered cock, then tossed the bottle to the side. Aaron reached for the back of his knees and hugged them against his chest, opening himself for Kreed. His body vibrated with anticipation as the blunt head dragged up his crack then pressed at his entrance. He looked up to find Kreed’s gaze right on his face. Those dark brown eyes bore into him as the man slid in deep, stretching and filling him, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Ahh, yesss.” Aaron’s legs shook. The pressure along his passage bordered between pain and pleasure. He loved that initial burn of muscles being forced open.

“You okay?” Kreed stilled, not moving, his voice deep and intimate, concern swimming in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” Aaron bit his lip and smiled. He could feel the tension coiling in Kreed’s muscles. Whether the tremble was from the strain of holding back or the fear of hurting him, he wasn’t sure, but he wanted to reassure Kreed that they were in this together. Aaron released one knee and brought his fingers to Kreed’s cheek, stroking gently. “Actually, never better. I want more.”

Kreed’s face relaxed at his words and the deputy marshal slowly pulled back, his thick cock dragging along Aaron’s passage, waking every nerve ending along the way.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Kreed said, then dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“You won’t. Now show me why they call you Sin.” The glint in Kreed’s eyes showed the challenge had been accepted. Kreed thrust forward—hard—and Aaron dropped his head back to the bed as his eyes slid closed, the sensations consuming him. Bright white spots danced behind his eyes. Kreed’s mouth descended on his, kissing him hard and long as he wrapped his legs around the deputy marshal’s waist.

Aaron had no choice but to hang on. He dug his fingers into Kreed’s shoulders, drawing his nails down Kreed’s back, wanting everything Sin could give him. Kreed moaned against his lips then angled his hips just right, hitting against Aaron’s gland every single time he drove forward. Good God in heaven! Kreed pulled out before slamming back inside, driving him higher and higher, right where he wanted to be.

“Yes, Sin…fuck me.” He untangled his legs from around the deputy marshal, and Aaron tilted his hips, taking everything Kreed gave him. Kreed buried his head in his neck and switched things up, fucking him in short, quick jabs, then slow, deep strokes. Sin teased him mercilessly. Aaron clenched the muscles in his ass and pushed against the cock inside him.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick,” Kreed growled against his skin. “I can feel you working me.” Hot breaths lingered on his neck, sending chills down his spine.

The sound of Kreed’s flesh slapping against his… Loud grunts and soft moans peppered the air. The heady smell of their need, mixed with leather, cinnamon, and wild spices saturated the space surrounding Aaron as Kreed filled him. He was in heaven.

Aaron grabbed Kreed’s firm ass and pushed, wanting the man deeper in his body. Kreed rose up on a knee, gripped Aaron’s leg at the shin then pushed it back. Kreed’s hips never lost rhythm as he pistoned in and out.

Their breaths mingled and their groans filled his ears. Aaron drew his free leg back farther as Kreed settled on both knees…fucking him harder. Kreed’s warm palm curled around Aaron’s dick as the deputy marshal took him in hand and stroked him roughly.

“Yes… I need…”

Kreed slammed up against his gland one last time, and Aaron lost it, shooting his load all over his chest and Kreed’s hand.

“Aaron!” Kreed cried out as his body tensed.

Kreed’s dick twitched hard in his ass, drawing one last shudder from his body before Kreed released his shin, carefully pulled out, then collapsed on the mattress next to him. They both lay there, breathing heavily. Kreed’s hot hand on his belly, thumb idly stroking his skin.

Who knew how much time passed? Aaron’s body was spent and so fucking blissed out. He covered his eyes with his arm and tried to regulate his breathing as he floated in the aftermath of ecstasy. The mattress dipped, and he peeked out from under his arm. Kreed sat on the side of the bed, staring down at him with a huge grin on his face as he tied off the condom and tossed it carelessly to the nightstand.