“God, I fucking want it,” he hums, fisting my dick with a palm full of lube, stroking up and down. “I want to make you come with my ass.”

“You’re so good at it, sweet thing.” I’m biting his lips so hard I’m afraid I’ll draw blood, but he’s loving it, panting and mewling while he reaches behind himself and swipes lubrication between his cheeks.

The next thing I know, he’s pushing my cock up to his hole and sitting down on me.

And I’m combusting into a thrumming ball of fire.

When his ass is on my pelvis, every inch of my dick buried inside him, he palms my chest, slowly beginning to move.

“Holy fuuuck…” he purrs. “My ass is all tingly from the peppermint.” A breathless chuckle comes out with his words, and I can’t help but huff the same.

My hands grip onto his waist. “You like fucking this candy cane even more?”

“Fuck yea,” he breathes, riding me in gradual strokes, moving up and down on the rigidity of my erection. “So big and thick… God, yesss… so deep.”

“I fucking love you, Jess…” I hum with my mind spinning and twirling, twinkling like the lights on our tree. He groans, rocking himself on me over and over, riding me roughly into the couch. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, dropping his lips to mine once more. “You make me feel so good… Always.”

As much as my loins are about to burst, so is my heart. The sex is scorching, the way he feels swallowing me up unlike anything I could even fathom. But the love we share is the truly remarkable part.

I just want this, him, for the rest of ever.

Jesse is bouncing on my dick, fucking me harder and faster, chasing his orgasm while our tongues tangle and we breathe each other in. I feel him tightening all over, his ass clenching and holding me as he shivers and shakes.

“You gonna come on my cock, sweet boy?” I ask, mere moments from tumbling over myself.

He nods frantically, hands everywhere, ripping at my hair, clutching my arms, playing with my nipples.

“I wanna feel it,” I tell him, freeing his erection from where it’s straining against the material of his jock.

Fisting, I stroke him to match him humping me wildly, riding my cock so hard the springs of our couch are creaking. His face drops to my chest, where he laps and sucks at my nipple.

“I’m gonna… James… Daddy, I’m… gonna—”

Before he can even finish his sentence, he lets out a harsh groan, his dick swelling up and pulsing in my hand.