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He glided his hand over his middle and up to his chest, playing with his right nipple gently. He rolled the nub between his fingers, then pinched it, a gasp slipping from between his pretty pink lips.
My cock jumped, and I cupped myself, rubbing harder than I needed to. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, and I didn’t want to, either. He was a full five-course feast to watch, and I was still absolutely starving. Fuck. He was delicious and I craved to devour him whole.
“Pants off. Now,” I ordered with a low growl.
He grinned, the little devil, and he took his time unbuckling his belt. It was obvious he was punishing me for the slow driving, but when I was done with him, he’d regret his attitude. I’d make sure of it.
Finally, he shoved down his pants and underwear, leaving him naked for my eyes to eat up, and fuck he was gorgeous. Small bruises were scattered across his thighs and knees, reminding me of when I’d bitten every inch of his beautiful skin a few days ago. I’d made sure to mark him as evidence of who he belonged to, and he’d reacted so prettily. Everything he did only tempted me more and more. He was an addiction, and I couldn’t get enough.
I bent my finger toward him, beckoning him closer, and he came without hesitation. “Unzip me and fuck yourself on my cock, Pretty. Make your Sir proud. Be the good boy I know you are.”
A small breath escaped him, and he moaned. He took a few steps forward, then paused. “Sir... can I get the lube from the bedroom?”
I tilted my head, and he grinned, recognizing it for the go-ahead. He knocked his shin on the couch on the way past, and I winced when he hissed, but the pain didn’t get the best of him as he hurried into the bedroom to grab the essentials.
A few moments later, he was back and as eager as before, the lube clutched in his hand like a lifeline.
I waved at the bulge in my pants and grinned. “Have at it, Pretty. Show me how much you want to be my good boy.”
He turned his head, but I didn’t miss the excited smile he tried to hide from me. He wiped the expression off his face quickly and lowered his chin against his chest in a sign of obedience, and he stepped forward. He fell to his knees in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs and rubbing up and down my legs. I stayed still, my attention caught on his face and the way he glanced up at me with a look I couldn’t quite describe. He stared at me as if I’d hung the moon and the stars, and if I hadn’t already told him that I loved him, I would’ve done it here and now.
He was my perfect submissive.Mine.
He unzipped my pants, careful to make sure he didn’t catch anything important, and then went to my belt and unbuckled it. He was doing it all backward, but if there was anything I’d learned about Wade since the start of thisrelationship—because that’s what it was—it was that he liked to do things differently. A lot like me. We’d been doing everything backward from the beginning.
He unbuttoned my pants and tugged, and I lifted my hips, letting him yank the material so it was scrunched up at my knees. I didn’t bother shoving them any farther because as long as I had enough room to free my cock, I wasn’t worried about it.
He dragged my underwear down next, and my cock swung free, jerking up to slap against my abs. The tip left behind precum on my dress shirt, but I ignored it as I reached down to grab the base of my cock, shaking it at Wade.
“Come on, Pretty. You’re taking too long.”
He chuckled, then stopped when I frowned at him. “Sorry, Sir.” He grabbed the lube and showed me the bottle. “Should I prepare myself, Sir, or do you want to?—”
“Finger yourself,” I ordered gently, smirking. “Turn your ass this way so I can see it. See you.”
He sucked in a deep breath and stood, knees shaking. He spun around in a circle, and I realized what he was doing, so I patted the couch beside me.
“Do it here.”
He didn’t hesitate for a second. He fell onto the couch on his ass and spread his legs. Taking the lube, he pumped some of it onto his fingers before throwing the bottle on the cushion beside me, then used his digits to prepare himself. It didn’t take long. Wade was able to handle some pain and he was desperate.
Regardless of his rush, I took the time to watch him and the way his two fingers stretched his rim. The small sounds that slipped from between his lips were downright sinful, and my cock jerked. He was second-knuckle deep, hips rocking like he was trying to find his prostate, before he snuffled in frustration and glanced at me.
“Can I ride you now, Sir? Please.”
He asked so nicely that I couldn’t say no.
I crooked my finger at him. “Come here, Beautiful.”
He slid off the couch and came to stand in front of me. Biting his lip, he sat in my lap with his knees on either side of me. He rocked forward, his cock sliding against mine, making us both groan.
“Fuck, Pretty, what are you doing to me?” I cupped his cheek and drew him in for a long kiss that had him whimpering in my mouth. He tasted like his late afternoon coffee, which I’d lectured him about more than once. His heart condition made it dangerous for him to drink too much caffeine, but I hadn’t outright ordered him to stop drinking the coffee. While I cared about him, I wasn’t going to boss him around about that sort of thing unless it truly messed with his health.
I rolled my tongue against his, and he pulled himself closer. “Can I, Sir?”
“Mm. Yes.” I laid a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Fuck yourself on me.”
Gaze caught on mine in a staring dance of lust, he raised himself over me and reached between his legs to grab my cock, lining it up with his hole, and then gently lowered himself. His tightness consumed me, pressing down on my sensitive length and drawing me in until I was balls deep.
