Page 82 of Call Me Sir

There’s a tearing sound before a good dousing of cool lube slides into my crack. A jolt of excitement tears through me, eagerness of what’s to come. Slowly, with hands that could destroy me, a finger is worked into my ass hole and the pressure alone nearly sends me into an orgasm. It hasn’t been that long yet it’s like the first time.

In and out, he works his finger deeper inside and at first it’s a swell of relief and gratitude. Quickly, though, it turns to a burning desire for more. I need his dick inside of me, pulling in and out, hovering, teasing me.

“I need more,” I pant.

His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Tell me what you want.”

He wants a fucking detailed report.

“Pull that finger out, lather that fucking long dick and stick it in me. I may have goosebumps pricking my skin, but it’s worth it. “But don’t get this over with.”

Both of his legs wrap around each of my sides. “You want me to draw it out as long as possible?”

The husky tone of his voice causes my dick to stand up higher and hit one of the bars.

I did not see tonight playing out like this, but I’m loving every tantalizing second of it.

“Yes,” I moan.

I sound desperate, needy and wrecked already and we’ve barely done anything.

“Remember our safe word?”

Oh fuck he’s gonna give it to me good.

“Waffles.”

His hand wraps around me and gently grips my jaw to crane my neck as he says, “Good boy.”

Twenty Seven

Sal

Every ounce of confliction on fucking Cole drained from my body the moment he called me out. I have wanted to fuck him all week. How could I not want him?

He’s such a fucking brat and as I work my dick into him, I can’t help but keep smiling, grateful I can take all my frustration out on him. Gently, of course. The thought of that rough-handed man touching Cole causes my body to tense up again.

Perfect, the perfect thing to get the anger reignited.

Fighting the urge to pound into him as hard and fast as I can, I gently pull out from his tight hole. A hot gasp leaves my lips.

There’s a heavy tug at my balls. Dammit, I’m not going to last long if I’m not careful.

Leaning forward, I let my mouth do most of the work as I pull my dick out from his ass. The grunt of protest he makes is adorable.

As my mouth moves from the base of his neck up to his ear, I wonder if his eyes are rolling in the back of his head.

One hand travels around to grip his stomach and spread across the light hair along his body. My hands and mouth are tools to navigate and explore his body, to learn every piece of him.

Everything I can reach, except his dick.

Leaning forward, I watch as it springs anytime I get anywhere near his groin. I don’t give him what he wants though. Instead, I nip at his jaw line and press hot kisses along his neck, sucking long and hard, working my hands into the muscles in his right thigh.

It’s pathetic the way he grinds his ass against my hard dick. I let him keep going because my dick likes it and it’s great he’s so bothered.

After a few minutes of pulling at his nipples with one hand and stroking myself, he begs, “Please, touch me.”

Humming in his ear, it makes him throw his head back and expose more of his bare skin to me. More skin that needs to be marked up by me.

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