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“Get on the edge of the bed on your hands and knees,” he rasped briskly, trailing his fingertips along the underside of his cockhead. My belly clenched when I saw threads of slickness clinging to them, leaking from his tip.

My heart pounding, I turned toward the bed and heard his breath catch. My legs were wildly unsteady as I crossed the short distance and knelt on the edge of the mattress, then leaned forward onto my hands. My face was hot as I stared down at the leopard print sheets, but I knew what he wanted to see, and he knew what I was here for, so slowly I shifted my knees wider and lowered myself onto my elbows, curving my spine.

Vince’s breath hissed out of him. My slick hole clenched, because I could feel his gaze on it, and it made my cock jerk as it hung between my legs like a steel bar. I was already painfully hard, my sac pulled up tight. My whole body tensed in anticipation when I finally heard him moving closer.

I shuddered when the pad of his thumb smoothed over my hole, making it clench again. No other part of him was touching me, except for the light brush of his knuckles against my taint.

“You prepped like I told you to,” he rasped, sliding his thumb back and forth over my hole while I bit my lip, trying not to whimper already. Then he huffed. “Of course you did. You can’t fucking wait to have a cock inside you, can you?”

I shook my head, fingers curling into the sheets as my spine arched even more, sinking my chest into the mattress. “N-no. I can’t wait. I need it.”

“Such a fucking cockslut.” He was breathing faster now, and when he abruptly sank two fingers inside me, I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as a shiver of pleasure raced down my spine.

I was glad he’d told me to get into this position. I didn’t have to look at him, and he wouldn’t be able to see how much this was already affecting me. He wouldn’t be able to see the pure, unbridled desperation on my face.

A choked sound left me when his other hand cupped my balls, before he reached further between my legs to skim his fingers up my shaft. I started trembling harder when he began playing with my piercing, twisting the metal ring and tugging on it lightly. When the fingers inside me shifted and began stroking over my prostate, I shuddered as a hoarse moan rose in my throat.

His fingers grew slick against my cockhead from the pre-cum steadily pulsing out of me, and another plaintive moan escaped when he withdrew both his hands. I thought I heard the faint sound of him groaning around something, as if he was sucking my pre-cum off his fingers, and the idea of it made pleasure stab through my belly.

My fast breaths sounded harsh and loud in the quiet of the room as he reached for the lube. There was a click, then the sound of him squirting the liquid onto his fingers. I bit my lip again as I listened to him slick up his cock, before cool skin brushed against my ass and blunt pressure was suddenly pushing at my hole, seeking entrance.

“Bear down on me.” His voice was low and rough, and I instinctively obeyed, my breath leaving me in a rush as the head of his cock tunnelled forward and popped inside.

A groan escaped him as I clenched around it, which made a dull ache flare but quickly begin to fade. I was trembling all over, my vision blurry as I stared down at the bed, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Does it hurt?” Vince asked in a tight, ragged voice as his hands finally settled on my hips, making my breath catch. He gripped me hard, and I could feel his gaze on where we were joined.

I shook my head quickly. “N-no.”

He slid in another inch, then pulled back before sinking deeper. I was shocked by how slow and careful he was being. I’d assumed he’d asked me to get ready in advance so he could fuck me as fast as possible. Not waste his time, he’d said.

Vince’s cock was inside me, I realised in a mind-numbing rush as his hips finally met my ass, his entire length buried. I had a cock inside me. I was ass-up on a leopard print bed in a seedy motel room with my infuriating ghoul co-worker’s prick buried to the hilt inside me.

Oh fuck.

“Still okay?” he bit out, voice tight, and I nodded quickly, because this—him being slow and careful and considerate—wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast, to call me a dirty little slut, to make me feel like one.

As if he’d heard my desperate thoughts, Vince tightened his grip on my hips and slid his cock out to the head, then slammed it back inside. My neck arched as a choked sound escaped me, and then a low, trembling moan tore from my throat when he started thrusting hard and fast. So hard that my whole body was jerking on the bed, the sound of his hips smacking against me filling the room.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, tensing my upper body so I stayed in place.

Vince’s breaths were loud and ragged, and I could feel the tremor coursing through his legs as he pounded his dick inside me. My hot forehead met my arms as I moaned loudly with every thrust of his cock. When I heard him huff out a breathless laugh, I shuddered with pleasure and tilted my hips back even further.

“You really do sound like a whore when you’re getting fucked,” he panted, sliding his hands down to dig his fingers into my ass cheeks and spread them wider.

I whimpered, stretching my arms above my head and resting my cheek on the mattress as I clutched the sheets tight. They smelled clean but still musty, like they’d been washed a million times before in cheap detergent. They were worn and thin, scratchy against my skin, and I revelled in the feel of it. In each and every sensation. The cheap sheets under my cheek. The hard cock pounding inside me. The long fingers gripping my ass painfully tight. The sound of Vince’s ragged breaths. The thump of his sac against mine with every brutal thrust that made my eyes roll back in my head.

I was almost delirious, shivering from the bliss throbbing through my body. I could hear myself moaning continuously, desperate sounds that burst from me each time his hips smacked against me and his cock stabbed deep. He was fucking me furiously now, his pace almost manic, and his breaths were sawing out of him. He seemed to be making sure his cock rubbed against my prostate with every thrust, and it was sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my whole body. My prick was dripping onto the bed, and when I slid my knees out wider, the tip rasped over the sheets and made me shudder from the damp friction.

“F-fuck.” The word tore from him as his pace sped up even more, until my moans turned into one continuous, trembling sound. My eyes rolled back. The fabric under my cheek grew wet with drool. It almost felt like my body wasn’t whole anymore, just a bundle of nerves being flooded with unimaginable pleasure.

I started shaking uncontrollably. A different kind of orgasm was building inside me—one I’d never felt before. My trembling fingers clutched the sheets even tighter, pulling and twisting them, and my thighs were quaking so much I wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep holding me up.

I realised I was chanting his name when a helpless groan tore from him, his fingers digging into my skin so hard they felt like claws.

“V-Vince. Vince.” My body locked up, toes flexing to the point of cramping and my lungs struggling to take in enough air. My voice hitched with every brutal thrust of his cock. “Vince, Vince, Vince—”

The orgasm hit me so hard that it felt like all my senses shut off. I stopped breathing entirely, I couldn’t hear anything but ringing in my ears and my vision winked out as my whole body throbbed with utter bliss.