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I moan when he slips his first digit inside, wiggling it around and getting me ready to take his fat dick.

“You’re so responsive and loud,” Ian notes. “Don’t ever fucking stop.”

My cheeks heat, and the corners of my lips turn up. I’m glad he enjoys how vocal I am because it’s not something I can change. I’ve had guys in the past who hated it, but I told them to either deal with it or fuck off. Obviously, they never fucked off. My ass is just too good to pass up.

“Yesss,” I hiss out when a second finger joins the first.

It’s taking all my strength not to grind against Ian’s lap, but I want his cock inside me, and it won’t happen if I’m naughty. I pray he isn’t planning on being slow with his stretching because I’m not sure how long I can resist.

“Jesus,” I cry out when Ian presses against my prostate.

“You like that?” he questions with a smile in his voice.

I huff out an annoyed breath. “You know I do. But you also know that I like your cock even better, so please hurry up and fuck me already,” I beg, which of course, only makes Ian laugh.

“Such a naughty boy, forgetting his rules and thinking he’s in charge. You’ll receive my cock when I’m good and ready, not a moment sooner. And if you don’t watch that mouth of yours, you’ll be waiting a lot longer.”

I pout, even though my face isn’t visible to him. Waiting is the part I hate the most, even though the orgasms that result from it are mind-blowing. It will be worth it in the end, but during is fucking torture.

To my delight, Ian doesn’t make me wait too much longer, tapping my thigh and telling me to straddle him.

“Face away from me,” Ian instructs as I sit up.

I listen eagerly, straddling his lap, then slowly lowering myself onto his perfect cock. The loudest moan slips past my lips when he breaches my hole and slowly slides in. It’s about fucking time. Yes, I wanted to suck him dry earlier, but like always, Ian was right—this is what I actually needed.

“That’s it,” Ian encourages. One of his hands is on my hip and the other pushes gently on my spine, forcing me to lean forward. “Look at that greedy little hole swallowing my cock. Bet you feel so fucking full right now, don’t you?”

My head bobbles up and down. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “So full but sooo good.”

Ian snickers, then thrusts his hips upward while shoving me down at the same time, completely impaling my body on his dick.

“Fuck,” I cry out, gasping for air. Thankfully, Ian doesn’t scold my potty mouth this time.

“Time to ride my cock, sweet boy,” he whispers. “Milk me dry.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, moving up and down with ease thanks to my well-trained thighs. I could squat and bounce for hours if I wanted to, and I’m beyond excited to put my goalie skills to use and show my man just how talented I am at riding his cock. Ian lets me take the lead at first, allowing me to fuck him like my life depends on it. I’m desperate to finally be able to come, and I’ll do anything to earn that reward.

“You’re exceptionally hot when you’re riding me,” Ian states, running his hand up and down my spine. “You’re my perfect boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I respond, my voice shaky. I’m extremely close to coming, I can almost taste it.

Ian must notice because he takes charge, commanding me to hover my ass high enough so he can fuck into me before pulling me so my back rests against his chest. He wraps one hand around my throat, not choking, just holding me, but it’s one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. His other fist grips my cock as he bucks into me with all of his strength.

“Come, sweet boy,” he demands, and I instantly blow.

A lewd moan escapes my lips, and my head falls back, resting on his shoulder while he continues to fuck me. My body is vibrating as my orgasm takes over, and I shoot hot ropes of cum over my stomach.

It doesn’t take Ian long to reach his climax, letting out a loud shout, stilling, and filling the condom with his release. Again, the idea of him filling me flutters through my head.

Hopefully, that fantasy will soon become a reality.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

IAN

It’s been one month since Ben and I officially started dating. To say things have been going astonishingly well would be an understatement. I’ve never been in a relationship that was this right.

Why was I so resistant to starting one in the first place?

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