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kissed him. He was enjoying having Edward
beneath him—hot, sexy, tough Edward all surrendered and pliant.
    As they kissed, their shafts
swelled against each other. Coben rocked his hips.
    Edward groaned into his mouth.
    “I’m gonna fuck you now,” Coben said, then tugged
Edward’s bottom lip with his teeth.
    “Mmm…” Edward smiled.
    Coben released him.
    “Do it,” Edward said. “Lube’s
here.” He shifted his arms.
    Coben unpinned his wrists and
sat back on his haunches, between Edward’s legs.
    Edward slipped his hand
beneath the pillow and retrieved the lube. He passed it to Coben, a look of
barely controlled patience on his face.
    Coben wasn’t feeling very
patient himself. But he didn’t want to rush this—it was too special. He hooked
his hands beneath Edward’s thick thighs, the right of which was heavy with
tattoo, and parted his legs wider.
    Edward curled forward and took
his own cock in his hand, began to slowly work his shaft.
    Coben adored watching Edward
touch himself—the way his big fingers curled around his thick girth, how the
tendons in his wrists shifted beneath the skin, the blocks of muscles rippling
in his belly.
    Quickly Coben coated the tips
of his fingers with lube. He lifted Edward’s weighty balls upward, then skimmed
over his hole.
    “Yes,” Edward hissed, shutting
his eyes. He clenched his teeth and a muscle flexed in his jaw.
    Coben sought purchase, then
eased into the dark heat.
    “More…” Edward demanded.
“More…”
    He added another finger,
loving seeing how Edward opened for him. “I will always have more for you.”
    “We both know…that’s not
true.” Edward opened his eyes. “This is it. This, now…”
    Coben tried to ignore the stab
of pain in his heart. He didn’t want this moment spoiled by remembering it was
their last night together. “Shh…” He frowned. “Just lie back and enjoy.”
    Edward did as instructed. He
relaxed his shoulders onto the bed again and his head melted against the
pillow.
    Coben set up a steady rhythm,
fucking him with his fingers and being sure to swipe over his prostate on each
ride inward.
    Edward groaned as a tremor
trekked over his body. His knees tightened against Coben’s torso.
    Coben’s cock was hard and
needy. As he continued to work Edward he slathered some lube over his own
glans. He was becoming eager for the main event. He wanted to be inside Edward,
feel him hugging his erection, gripping his root, noose-like. He wanted to see
his face, for the last time, as he penetrated to full depth.
    He pushed another finger into
the gripping hole.
    Edward groaned and tossed his
head left to right.
    A coil of lust unwound within
Coben and he pushed in faster, harder, knuckle deep.
    “Ah fuck…” Edward said,
screwing up his nose. “Get in me. Fuck, I don’t want to come with your
fingers.” He stared at Coben. “I want to come with your fucking cock.”
    “Yes.” Coben withdrew. He
quickly shuffled so his cock was lined up with Edward’s hole.
    Edward drew up his legs,
clutching the back of his thighs and tilting his pelvis.
    The tip of Coben’s slippery
cock took aim. Then he slid forward a fraction, relishing the almost impossibly
tiny space he was about to ram into.
    “Do it.”
    He did. He forged forward,
opening Edward around his meaty shaft. The head of his dick disappearing from
view. He didn’t pause. He rammed to full depth until their balls slapped
together.
    “Argh…” Edward arched his neck
and cried out. “Argh…”
    Coben quickly whacked his left
hand over Edward’s mouth. “Shh…fucking hell, shut up.”
    Edward stared up at him, his
mouth parted behind Coben’s palm, the echoes of the cry trapped. His eyes were
wide.
    Coben smiled, but it was
strained. The temptation to just tip into a wild, animalistic fuck was almost
too much. “You gonna be quiet?”
    Edward nodded and shut his
eyes. When Coben removed his hand he was panting hard. “So…fucking…good.”
    “Yes…”