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“Feels that good in my ass, huh?”
“Yeah,” he gasps, nails digging in.
Olivier moves his hips in one slow, experimental thrust, and I adjust myself again to take him deeper. His pubic bone presses against my balls, and it sends a thrill of hyperawareness through my groin. “Again,” I growl. I’ve had a deep voice since I was fifteen, but when he puts that cock in my ass, I’m a snarling caveman, every sound coming from somewhere far beneath my diaphragm.
His next slow thrust smashes my cock between our abs, sticky with drying precum from the frotting I gave us minutes ago. I haven’t spilled so much pre-ejaculate since I was a teenager, but around him it’s like the factory is up and running again. Everything he does—even when he’s being a complete prick, turns me on.
He fucks into me again, and then again, and I grin smugly instead of throwing my head back and moaning like I want to, like I would if I weren’t trying to show him I’m not as easy for him to please as I actually am. Maybe it’s a stupid game, but I’m having fun.
“Does it feel good?” he asks.
“I’ll tell you if it doesn’t. Keep going, rich boy. Show me how you make all the ladies come.”
He nods, and the look on his face is so earnest, I want to bruise his mouth with mine. Suck my mark onto his plump lower lip, but I grimace to hold back the urge.
His cock thoroughly and repeatedly stuffs my hole. His balls on my ass go from tapping to slapping. He picks up force and speed, and I taunt him. “You think I can’t take it? You going easy on me, Peach? I wouldn’t go easy on you, and you know it.”
With one hand, he grabs my shoulder, using it as leverage to slam himself inside, and he effectively shuts me the fuck up.
“Unh!” I grunt, my neck finally giving in to the need to arch. He elicits the same noise from my gut over and over with one snap of his hips after another.
My dick jerks between our flexing abs. Without taking my feet off the bed, I hitch my knees up slightly more to take as much of him as I can get. I grip him by the throat and keep my other hand on his hard-working ass.
“Drew, I’m so fucking close.”
I give him a noisy spank. “No, you’re not. Keep fucking me. Harder.”
He makes a stressed, whining sound, but pounds me deep. Digging my hand into his firm flesh, I add the force of my pull to his thrusts—using him like he’s a high-end sex toy. Very high end. Even naked, sweating, and flushed from head to toe, he looks as expensive as this penthouse—as this antique, million-dollar bed we’re debauching.
I put his cock through its paces, using all the well-trained muscles in my own ass to milk and squeeze him, force him not to hold back. It’s having the desired effect, because every word out of his mouth sounds like a prayer for mercy or a curse on his fate. “Christ. Drew. Fuck. Shit. God.”
And then he’s begging. “Please… I need to come…please…” And then the low blow. “You’re hurting me—it hurts.”
I slap his ass again, slamming him deep inside me, holding him there where I clamp down hard enough to snap his cock in half. He cries out. My hole is so sensitized I’m able to feel the pulse on the underside of his shaft on my rear wall. He’s balanced on the sharpest edge, and I ask him, “You want me to stop?”
“Please.” His head falls to my shoulder. “I need to come.”
“Not until I do,” I say viciously.
His body responds automatically even as he whimpers pathetically against my skin. His hips roll through several, deep, shortened thrusts, but more importantly, he works the muscles of his core into a heavy grind on my compressed cock.
The effect this has on me is mind-blowing. One second, I’m smirking, the next I’m the one about to beg for mercy. Praise spills from my lips. “That’s it. Oh, fuck yeah, like that. Good fucking boy. Perfect. You know exactly what I need, Peach. So good. Jesus Christ… You’re so good.”
Olivier makes a helpless noise, and heat pours into me. All of it, the cum, the strained cry ripping from his throat, the friction between us—has me spilling right behind him.
I grip him tight, arms banding, one around his back, the other around his ass, holding him inside and tightly to me while my dick erupts between us.
He’s still coming violently, jerking in my arms and spasming in my channel. He’s leaving a perfect impression of his teeth on my deltoid while we’re both wracked with the powerful orgasmic waves of an epic fucking release.
It’s several minutes before our muscles relax and even more before he’s softer and my ass unclenches enough for him to slide out of me. Not gonna lie, I don’t like how empty it feels when it’s over, even if I don’t mind so much the way his warm cum sliding through my crack makes me shiver.
He remains on top of me. We’re both soaked with sweat. “You okay?” I ask.
“Uh-huh…” He digs his face into my neck. “I learned my lesson.”
I chuckle, running my hand over his sweaty hair. “You’re an unbelievably good lay, if that helps soften the blow.”
I feel his lips curve against my neck. “Told you.”
