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Something in the way he says those words damn near rips my chest open. A question forms on my tongue, fucking burns in my throat, but the pleading way he's looking at me tells me that he doesn't want to bring it up. Not now.

So instead, I nod slowly. “You'll tell me if I hurt you?”

“Yeah.” A relieved smile blooms on his lips.

“Swear it? I'm serious. I'll go slow, but jamming things up there without stretching is dangerous.”

“I swear, hot shot,” he laughs, wiggling his ass against me. “I'll say something if it's too much, but I actually like the way it feels.”

“Sounds unhealthy,” I grumble, straightening again. Of course, my cock is still hard because that fucker doesn't know how to read a room.

“We all have our kinks. You like listening to your roommates fuck, I like sex with no prep. It's not as weird as it seems.”

Yeah, maybe, but something tells me there’s so much more to it. Regardless, I reach for the condom to roll it on. Then I swear I use nearly half the bottle of lube slicking up my cock before drizzling some down his crack.

“Okay. I'm gonna go slow,” I murmur again, notching my cockhead at his entrance.

“I'm ready. You don't have to be gentle.”

Too fucking bad, I think as I start to ease inside him. There's a lot of lube, like a lot. Maybe I went overboard, but I don't even care. It seems to be doing its job, anyway, because there isn't much resistance.

He groans deeply, the sound vibrating my balls, and I glance toward his face. “You good?”

“Yeah. So fucking good.”

It only takes a few more light thrusts before I'm seated fully inside his stretched-out hole. “Goddamn, baby.”

He clamps around me like a vice, squeezing the hell out of my shaft. It feels incredible. Wet, and warm, and⁠—

“So fucking tight,” I grit through my teeth, slowly pulling out to thrust in again. The obscene squelch only serves to make me harder. I don't even know how that's possible.

Dev moans deeply as he pushes his ass back to chase my hips. “Don't hold back. Give it to me.”

“Just a bit longer. Wanna make sure you're loose enough.” I bite back a smile when he curses in protest, but I continue softly working him open until I’m sure he won’t get hurt. Then I pour some more lube down his crack for extra measure before grabbing onto his hips. “Okay. Brace yourself, pastelito, because I'm about to pound you into this mattress.”

The snort that leaves his throat morphs into a grunt at the first slap of my thighs against his.

And just like I promised, I let myself go fucking feral.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Devon

Christian takes control of my ass like he owns it.

I'm basically a Slip ’ N’ Slide with the amount of lube he used, and it’s all I can do to grip the bedsheets while he pounds into me. His cock fills me completely, stretching my hole wide as he tags my prostate with every firm thrust. I'm fucking leaking onto the bed, precum and lube dripping down my thighs.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” I cry out, trying to meet his thrashing hips, but he presses a palm between my shoulders to pin me in place.

“Nuh-uh,” he breathes. “Stay just like this, baby. Jesus fuck, your hole looks so pretty taking my cock.”

My eyes roll back at those words, even as a heat floods my cheeks. Pretty isn't something I'd associate with myself, especially my asshole, but damn if the way he said it isn't lighting me up inside. I'm so close to spilling my load that I reach down to jerk my cock.

Christian grunts and snatches up my arm. “What did I just say?”

“Fuck, I just… need to come,” I say through clenched teeth. “You're pulverizing my prostate right now.”

That has him halting immediately. “Does it hurt?”