Page 61 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

I am only ever pretending to be in charge. He’s got me in his hands.

All I can do is let him weave his magic.

And holy hell, Judeismagic as he presses my cock to his ass, then as he guides me inside.

His face is etched with intensity from the initial invasion. His jaw is tight, his mouth a straight line. Then, he lets out a sexy gasp, his gorgeous mouth parting as he sinks onto my dick with a heady groan.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmurs, his eyes falling shut.

I can’t look away.

When he takes me all the way, I’m not sure I can withstand the pleasure of fucking him.

But I’m willing to try.

I wait for him to give me a sign, letting him adjust. His shoulders relax, then his hands brace on my pecs. When he opens his eyes, those blue irises gleam with wicked delight. He bends closer to my face, his breath coasting over me. “Fuck me now,” he demands.

Don’t have to tell me twice.

I thrust up, pumping my hips, driving into him.

He fucks me right back, riding my cock, working his hips.

Soon, I don’t know who’s setting the pace or who’s keeping the rhythm. But it doesn’t matter. We’re both in this. For several fantastic filthy minutes, we screw like that. He rides me, and I drive into him. We sweat and groan and get lost in each other.

When he wraps a hand around his length, stroking hard and fast, my mind spins faster.

I won’t last much longer—not when he’s jerking his cock with such purpose. Not when his potent need is written in every twist of his wrist, every swivel of his hips.

“Do it,” I urge. “Come on my chest.”

Seconds later, he growls and shoots all over me. Those neon signs in my brain go haywire. They light up the night sky.

I’m this close to the edge, and there’s only one more thing I crave.

In seconds, I roll him, switching positions, so he’s under me. Pushing his knees up to his chest, I sink back inside him. Jude slides his hands up my back and into my hair. “Kiss me,” he demands like he knew why I did this.

Of course, he knew.

He knows I try to be in control.

He knows I want to kiss him when I come.

Smashing my lips to his, I fuck him hard as I chase my release.

I could drown in his kisses. Maybe I will tonight as pleasure consumes every cell in my body, and Jude fills all of my mind,till I reach the edge, gasping a string of orgasm-fueled curses as I come. For a minute, maybe more, my mind goes blank, spinning into a haze of bliss. And then, as my brain comes back online, into one shockingly stark awareness.

There is noa little crazy for him.

I’m just plain crazy for Jude, and I’m pretty sure all these emotions will devastate me.

And I won’t do a thing to stop the ruin.

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TJ