Bowling – Part 2: Claimed and Loved

After she came on my tongue—shuddering, gasping, her thighs quivering against my cheeks—she curled up beside me on the couch and kissed me deeply. The kind of kiss that tasted like forgiveness. Like ownership. Like love.

“I love how you take care of me,” she whispered against my lips. “Every inch of me. Even the messy parts.”

I could still taste the residue of her night with Ray on my lips, my chin slick from our ritual. But it didn’t feel like defeat. It felt like devotion. My heart was full. My cock? Aching. Straining.

I hadn’t even touched myself.

She smiled knowingly, one hand slipping over my crotch. Her fingers pressed down and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me. It was almost painful, how badly I wanted to be inside her.

“I want you,” I whispered, barely able to breathe the words.…