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“You sure about this?” I ask him and he nods, swallowing roughly.
“Sure am. I can’t wait for you to fuck me. Been thinking about this a lot.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my dick jumping at that admission. Don’t know why, but I like that a lot. “What have you been thinking about?”
“About me spread out just like this and you pushing my legs up and sticking that dick right in me.”
The innocent way he says it all makes a groan slip from my lips.
“What else?”
“About me on my hands and knees and you giving it to me so good.”
“I’d like that,” I reply, leaning down and sucking his dick into my mouth, making his hips buck up. I can taste him, smell him, that musky male scent of a hardworking man. A man who spent the past few days helping me clean up my shithole of a house and didn’t complain once. Who’s made me dinner and fed me even when I was a surly asshole.
He deserves to have the best fuck of his life. I’m gonna try to give that to him, despite not knowing what I’m doing.
My head bobs, his hands going into my hair as I bring him close to the edge, my finger sliding below his balls and pressingagainst his hole. I can feel it flex against my fingertip and love the gasping sound he makes above me.
When he lifts his legs, his knees pressing into his chest, I take that opportunity to sit back and look at his ass, his pretty pink hole right there glancing back at me.
Fuck, I’m gonna be in that soon.
Hopefully.
“Get the lube and open me up.”
His words make my dick leak, and I lean over and grab the gel from my nightstand, squirting some onto my fingers and then pressing against his opening. He sighs when I do it, and I wonder if he’s ever had anything up his ass before.
“You ever do this? Do you finger-fuck yourself?”
He nods as I press one finger inside, lubing up his channel.
“I do. Love to touch my prostate.”
“Fuck, seriously?”
“Yeah, feels real nice. Have a vibrator I use too. That makes me come real loud sometimes.”
“I want to see that.”
“You sure can,” he says when I slip my finger from him and add more lube. Then I’m sliding back inside of him, adding a second finger and scissoring him open. He looks so fucking hot lying there on my bed, his legs pulled up, his red and purple cock straining against his abdomen. His muscles are flexing and bulging, and the way his cheeks have pinkened is making me lose all control.
“More. I can handle more.”
I add a third finger, making sure to dribble more lube onto him and work it into his ass. And when I feel like I’ve finally done enough, he nods.
“Come on. I’m ready.”
Those words make my fingers slip from him. My dick replaces them, the tip pressed against his wet opening.
“Are you sure?” I ask, and he bobs his head.
“I am damn sure, Braxton. Now fuck me.”
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