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Zelaz pulled away with a sigh, licking his lips noisily. “Now, how was that for an appetizer?”
“Appetizer?” Richard pushed himself up so he could glare over his shoulder at Zelaz. “I’m still really fucking hungry. I was definitely not done with my plate!”
“Don’t worry. I’m far from done, love. I simply wanted to make sure you have room for the next course.” Zelaz winked as he leaned over to reach under the bed. “While I was down here, I found the most delightful little treasure chest.”
“Oh God. You didn’t.” Richard’s face ignited. “That’s my personal shit! You can’t just go snooping around my very personal, very adult shit!”
“You’re the one who wanted me to go under your bed and then emerge to perform analingus. It felt like you wanted me to find these, if I’m being honest.”
“Nowhere in my application did I say to touch my stuff!”
Zelaz held up a thick neon pink dildo. “What about this one?”
“Hey!” Richard tried to turn over, swiping at the toy.
The pink dildo was one of the bigger ones he owned without question.
Zelaz pulled the toy out of reach. “The application does say, and I quote, ‘the monster is to use all available resources for the most pleasurable experience possible.’” He lowered it to rub between Richard’s cheeks. “I do believe this counts.”
“Fuck. I will make sure to request the no snooping option next time,” Richard grumbled even as he arched back against the toy.
“May I suggest a lock for your little booty chest?” Richard sounded like he was grinning, and he paused to squirt a healthy dose of lube—presumably all over the toy—that he must have gotten from the same chest he had pilfered the toy from. “And I do mean booty, both as in treasure and because they go in your ass.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize you were also a comedian!” Richard snorted. “Hot and funny! I hope that’s on your Christian Mingle profile.”
“No, but it’s definitely on my FarmersOnly. So is how much I love to plow.” Zelaz grabbed Richard’s hip to hold him still as he lined up the lubed toy.
Richard barked out a laugh. “Oh, I gotta see the overalls.” He gasped as the toy pressed in, wheezing, “Can’t be a plowing farmer with no overalls.”
“I’m saving those for our next date.”
“You can set that up with my secretary on the way out.”
“Make sure your schedule iswideopen for me,” Zelaz teased as he fucked the toy slowly into Richard’s ass. “I imagine I’m going to be filling it often.”
“Ah, fuck. Just like that!” Richard cried out happily, loving the steady thrusts. He’d used this toy often, but it felt so much better having someone else fucking him with it. “You might have to go on my waitlist.”
“Waitlist?” Zelaz scoffed. “You’ll soon make seeing me a priority.”
“You’re pretty confident for a guy fuckin’ me with a damn toy and not his dick.”
“Just you wait, love. I’ll give it to you, all of it. Once you’re ready.” Zelaz chuckled, pushing the toy deep and holding it for a moment. “I think we may need to open you up just a bit more.”
“How much more? Like, for a five-dollar footlong?”
“Not quite a foot, but I am very thick. Mm, roll over on your back, love.”
Richard whimpered when Zelaz withdrew the toy and left his hole clenching around nothing. Swallowing thickly, he rolled over as requested and his hard cock sprang up against his belly.
“I know how to give you exactly what you want.” Zelaz had a bigger toy out now, a glittery green one, and he was slowly lubing it up as he spoke. “Trust that you’re not the only one whose life has been devoid of sexual satisfaction.”
Richard spread his legs for the toy, whining as Zelaz teased the tip around his hole. “Yeah? I find that hard to believe. I bet you got your own damn waitlist.”
“You’d be surprised how many think they want what I have and then decide they’ve made a very, very big mistake.” Zelaz eased the toy in, taking his time and watching Richard’s asshole stretch around it. “You, my gorgeous love, might just be the first in a long time to enjoy every inch of what I have to offer.”
“Really?” Richard grunted from a deep thrust, his head falling back against the pillows. “How does that work? Like, do you still get paid if they chicken out?”
“Love, you don’t understand. We pay the agency for arranging the date.” Zelaz smiled, though it seemed a bit sad. “If my potential date does not wish to spend the evening with me, I get nothing.”
