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“I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” I say, and Damon cracks an evil smile.
“Anything?” he asks, all innocent.
My heart rate picks up, and I nod. “Why do you look mischievous?”
“Turn around, Tomas. I want to show you something.”
He clambers off my lap and then flings his hand in a circle, growing impatient when I take too long to do as he says.
“Like this?” I ask, and Damon rolls his eyes. “Ass up, Tomas, and no, don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you. I am going to have a little taste though.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head, feeling suddenly so fucking nervous.
“You don’t—”
“I want to,” he says and then moves me just how he wants me, my ass in the air, my face pressed into the mattress.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, feeling him pull my ass cheeks apart.
“Gonna make you feel real good,” he says, and then I feel his face press into me, his tongue sliding out and licking across my hole.
I buck forward, trying to crawl away, but he holds me steady, forcing me to take it—to take him. A groan slips out of me, knowing how intimate this is. His tongue is on my ass, and I like it.
I shift on my knees, spreading my legs a little farther, and Damon groans as he starts to slowly open me with his tongue. Just small, gentle thrusts into my hole until he can shove more inside. I’m panting, my cock hardening between my legs with each thrust. My hands clench the sheets tightly as I start to rock back against his face, feeling the sting and slip of something inside of me.
“Can I touch your prostate?” he asks, and I shake my head before nodding, mindless with lust.
“You do whatever you want,” I huff and then groan when he starts to fuck into my hole with his tongue, wetting my insides and making the drag of his tongue over my hole almost painful. It’s when I feel the press of his fingertip inside of me though that I buck forward, groaning loudly at the intrusion. Damon huffs a laugh and then twists his wrist slightly, going knuckle-deep.
I gasp at the sensation, his finger hitting something inside of me that makes my cock leak.
“Wh—what the fuck is that?” I groan and Damon kisses around my entrance, his finger still buried inside of me, massaging me.
“Your prostate. Can I keep going?” he asks softly, and I gasp again, my cock jumping.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
Damon laughs softly and then continues to wreck me, making me writhe against the mattress, his tongue dipping inside of me when it can, and then kissing his way across my ass.
I’m delusional, lost in a fog of lust. When I said he could do anything, I wasn’t expecting this. But now that I’ve tried it, I can’t see myself not doing it again. And again.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out when he presses down on my prostate again, and I feel my cock shoot cum across the sheets. Completely untouched. “Fuuuuuck,” I groan, my dick continuing to pump out my release. Damon doesn’t let up either, working me until I fall onto the bed, his finger still inside of me, his head resting on my lower back.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, trying to comprehend what just happened.
“My god is right,” he says, slowly pulling his finger from my hole—which latches on, not wanting him to leave, but he manages all the same.
He flops down next to me and meets my stare.
“You okay? Was that okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Seems like you like getting pegged.”
“Seems so,” I say with a smile and then lean over as far as I can and brush a kiss to his cheek.
He smiles, those puffy lips curling up, and I kiss him on those too. I don’t care where they were, just like that they’re on his face.
