Page 79 of Best Served Cold

“We’ll see.” I grabbed a handful of his generous ass and squeezed. His eyes glazed over with pleasure. I squeezed harder.

“Ungh.” He gripped the tree so tight his knuckles went white.

“That’s right.” I nosed the side of his neck. “You like it.”

“You gonna spank me?” he goaded breathlessly.

“Nah.” I let go of his ass and dragged my fingers through his crease. “But I am gonna do this.”

He shivered, his mouth falling open as I gently traced my finger over his hole. “Last chance to stop me,” I said.

“Do your worst.”

The challenge in his eyes was clear. He wanted this.

White-hot desire flowed through my veins. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” I emphasized my point by sinking my teeth into his neck.

He jumped and moaned as I bit harder, holding on until he whimpered and bumped his ass back against my groin. The double crescents embedded in his skin when I pulled away only served to ratchet up my desire.

I’d planned on blowing him and making him come on my fingers again, but that was old hat. It was time to bring out the big guns.

Dropping to my knees, I split him open, exposing his hole to the air.

He clenched. My cock throbbed at the sight. Jesus, why was that so hot?

I’d heard my friends go on about how much they enjoyed rimming, but I’d never understood the appeal. Not until this moment. There was something fucking sexy about seeing the most private and vulnerable part of him.

Leaning in, I swiped my tongue over his hole.

He jumped. “The fuck are you doing?” he demanded, a strange blend of anticipation and fear in his eyes.

I held him tighter, not letting him wiggle out of my grip.

“You really can’t figure it out on your own?” I ran my tongue over his pleated skin. “Ever had your ass eaten?”

“No,” he said shakily.

I licked him again. “Do you concede?”

“Not a chance.”

“Then be a good boy and don’t fucking move.” I held his hips tight, my fingers digging into his flesh, and yanked him back so he was fully bent over, his ass in the air and his cheeks spread wide.

“Oh fuck.” His hands scabbled for purchase on the slippery bark.

I’d assumed rimming would be gross, but it wasn’t. The actual act was surprisingly hot, but it was the sense of power it gave me that brought it to the next level.

I attacked his ass with my tongue, licking and teasing up and down his crease. His soft moans and shaking legs spurred me on. I stabbed my tongue inside him, thrusting and fucking him with it as hard and as deep as I could.

“Oh god. Holy fuck. That’s so…ungh,” he whimpered and shoved his ass back, forcing me even deeper.

Holding onto his hips, I feasted on him, using his cries as a guide to make sure I gave him the maximum pleasure possible.

“Oh god. That’s…it’s too... Fuck, I’m gonna…” Noah babbled between cries. “I need…”

He gripped his dick to jerk it. I shoved his hand away and replaced it with my own. I stroked him fast and hard, his precum creating a nice, slick passage as I pumped his shaft and kept up my assault on his hole.

The cry he let out was strangled and pained. His legs shook hard enough I had to use my strength to keep him still.

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