Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

abused flesh of my back slid along the sweat-dampened hairs on Mac's chest. It felt so fucking good and I whimpered, "Please, Sir," my voice rough and low. "Don't you want to fuck me, Sir? God…" I swallowed hard. I sounded needy and wanton and I didn't care. I wanted Mac in me, filling me. "Sir? Please."
    Mac groaned, his slick fingers shaking when he swiped them against my crease, one sliding into me, and I knew I had won. Without another word, he pushed his cock into me, stabbing into my ass in one hard thrust.
    I howled from the intensity, the stretch and burn, tossing my head from side to side as the pain mingled with the pleasure in just the perfect combination.
    "Mine," Mac growled, emphasizing his words with a brutal thrust of his hips.
    "Yes!" My hands curled into fists, rocking back as hard as I could, needing Mac deeper. Wanting him to crawl inside me, touch my very fucking soul that he was the master of. "Yes… So very much yours."
    I started to tremble as the rightness of the words flowed over me. My breathing was harsh and labored, my ass, back, and lungs were burning, and still I wanted more. Mac was pure animalistic power as he plowed into me. One hand tightly wrapped around my cock, stroking me in perfect sync with his thrusts, his other hand splayed wide across my stomach.
    The room stank of musk and sweat, the air filled with grunts and groans. The sound increased each time Mac changed his angle, hitting that sweet, secret spot deep inside me. Each time I cried out, Mac pressed deep, his hips rolling and the short hair around his cock tickling against my crease. He pulled all the way out, my ass clenching, before the thick, flared head split me wide open again. Mac found his rhythm. My body instinctively followed his lead as he continued the mind-blowing game of thrust and retreat.
    I wanted so badly for it to last, the perfect connection between us to never end. But as my balls drew up tight against my body, a hard knot forming at the base of my spine, I knew it couldn't. The rush of urgent fire speeding like a freight train to my groin had me begging. No matter how I wished otherwise, I couldn't rein it in, couldn't stop it. "Please… can I… Mac… I can't…"
    I could barely form words, but Mac heard them, and just like always, knew exactly what I needed. He thrust as deep as he could and tugged at the ring around my cock until the snap gave away and it fluttered to the floor. "Come for me, Gunny. Give it to me, now!"
    I went rigid for a brief second, my head thrown back in a silent scream, teetering between pleasure and what lay beyond. One more hard thrust from Mac's powerful hips and I rushed headlong over the edge. My body spasmed as each wave of pleasure rolled through me as I shot, screaming Mac's name. My eyes rolled back in my head, a rush of heat filling my ass as Mac unloaded deep inside me, and I was flying again.
    It took a while before I finally slumped back against Mac's chest, breathing harshly and my entire body trembling with bone-deep satisfaction. Mac kissed the side of my neck, painting kisses down my body as he released one strap from my ankle and then the other before once again giving me his full body to lean against. He crooned incoherent praises against my cheek as he removed the blindfold and hit the quick release on the restraints around my wrists. Mac pulled me tighter against him, holding most of my weight as he guided me to the sofa and curled around me. I was boneless, sated, and content to let him hold me as I basked in the afterglow. Savored Mac.
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    The great thing about Mac is he doesn't need to fill each moment with mindless chatter and noise. He let me spend the rest of the day enjoying my blissed out state with a big goofy grin on my face. We spent time washing each other in the shower, curling up together on the couch watching movies, and just enjoying being in each other's company. However, no matter how peaceful or deep the state of calm Mac could induce in me, it never lasted forever. It couldn't. Reality sneaks back in to fuck with the calm, and doubt is an uneasy and disheartening frame of mind to be in. In fact, it sucks!
    "How do you want to celebrate our retirement? Big party? Vacation?" Mac asked as we were lying in bed later that night.
    The first thing that came to mind was, I don't . I didn't want things to change, and would gladly enlist for another four years if things could just stay the same between Mac and me. And for a split