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“Mmmhm, please, give it to me.”

“All you had to do was ask,” I said.

With a single, slow thrust, we became one, and I found my bliss.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jay

Ryan slid in without any resistance.

He’d already gotten me nice and ready with the way he ate my ass: unrestrained and hungry and passionate. My body yearned for him, and I wanted to give him all of me. My eyes went wide as my hole stretched to accommodate his size. I fisted the sheets and dropped my head as pure pleasure began to overtake me.

“How’s that feel?” Ryan asked, keeping still with his hands on my hips.

I pushed back, impaling myself with him. “So fucking good.”

Ryan gave my ass a slap. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” It was all the encouragement Ryan needed. He rolled his hips back and thrust forward again. And again.

And again.

A special kind of heat blossomed in my core. It was soft and intense all at the same time. My body rocked with every thrust, precum leaking from my tip. He literally milked me with his dick, my prostate being pushed and rubbed every time he fucked me. The tall black headboard banged against the wall in a simple rhythm. The sound mixed with my whimpers of ecstasy and Ryan’s loud, lusty grunts.

“Look at that juicy ass take my big cock.” Another slap sounded in the room, the sharp sting making my balls tighten. “Show me how much you want it. Show me how bad you want Daddy’s cock.”

The D-word nearly made me come. I somehow managed to hold back as Ryan stilled behind me once again. “Push back on me, baby. Fuck yourself with my dick. Use me like a toy.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Ryan stood with his hands behind his head, his cock still buried halfway inside me. He had a love-drunk smirk on his face, his chest getting pink and his abs flexing, along with those big arms of his. Sexy didn’t even describe him.

He was a god, and I was ready to pray at his altar.

I pushed back, doing exactly as he asked. He filled me, giving me a sensation that had to be what finding heaven felt like. I moaned, loudly, and then pushed back again. He continued to stand there, praising me, talking about how tight and hot I was. It spurred me on. I used him like the toy he wanted to be.

And then I got an idea. I pulled off him. His cock popped out of me. Its absence left me immediately feeling empty. But I had a way to fix that.

“Lay down on the bed,” I said, smiling as I gracefully rolled off. Ryan cocked a brow. His cock glistened with lube as he gave himself a stroke. He lay down on the bed, rubbing his chest as he watched me with curiosity.

“Remember how I said I’d do a split on your dick?”

Ryan’s bright eyes lit up. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.”

I chuckled, climbing back onto the bed. “No more dreaming.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t stretched, so if I get stuck, you may have to call nine-one-one.”

It was Ryan’s turn to laugh. “Isn’t there a show about that? Sex accidents anonymous or something?”

“I don’t think it’s anonymous, but yes, there’s a show. One I do not want to be on.” I rubbed his muscular thighs, gliding over the shimmering snake, before my hands climbed up so I could stroke his meaty cock. “I’m hungry for fame, but not that kind of fame.”

“You sure? We can make it a big opportunity. Make shirts and shit.”

I narrowed my gaze at him. I still had a gentle grip on his dick. “What would the shirts say?”

“I dunno… How ’bout: I split on a dick, got stuck, and all I got was this dumb T-shirt and a twenty-four thousand dollar hospital bill?”

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