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He speaks into my hair, his voice choked with emotion, “This is just too much, love. My mind is all over the place and I don’t want to screw this up. You’ve thrown me for a loop big time.” His masculine laughter echoes under my face. “Can I pick and choose?”

I nod. “Absolutely.”

He pulls back so we can see each other. “I don’t want the first time we do anal to be a power play. You must be an equal participant, if that makes sense.”

His sweetness never ceases to amaze me and his concern for my mental health makes my soul expand like the horizon.

Giddy with the high of adrenaline and too much Wes, I giggle like the naive high schooler I never was. “Fuck, yeah!”

We lock hands and push off the floor to stand up together. He leads me to the extra wide king-size bed in the middle of the room. I climb on top of it, crawl to the center and wiggle my ass in the air.

“Behave.” He slaps both ass cheeks once on his way to the chest of drawers. “You’re still my pet.”

The heat spreading over my butt, and the idea of belonging to this man, send more hot juices down to my sex.

When he returns, Wes pulls me by the feet, and I slide over the silk sheets until half my shins stick out of the mattress. A warm palm and splayed fingers press between my shoulder blades. “Forehead to the mattress.”

I frown but do as he says.

“I guess equal footing means you still order me around and I don’t have a say in this room, right?” I risk a tongue-in-cheek approach. After all, I did promise him to always express my feelings.

“It means you love it when I’m in charge and both of us know it.”

He bites the bottom curve of my ass cheek and I see stars. He is right. I’ll just shut up and enjoy the ride.

He squirts a copious quantity of lube between my ass cheeks, spreading it along the crack and pushing some inside my tight hole. My skin prickles at the cool touch, but it soon ignites under his fingers when his tongue finds my wet sex and laps at it.

I moan into the mattress, biting the silk sheet, pulling it as I push backward, pressing myself against his mouth and fingers. His index finger slides inside my tiniest hole as his tongue flicks my clitoris.

“God!” I whimper, struggling to keep my jelly-like legs upright.

The next second, Wes steps away from me. He skirts my trembling body, gets up on the bed, and flops onto his back.

He braces himself on his forearms and orders, “Come over here. Crawl over me.”

As I do that, he lies his head on a pillow. I stop when my head hovers over his.

He pinches my nipple. “Have I told you to stop?”

“No,” I say the word like it has ten syllables as I keep crawling.

“Stop,” he commands when my pussy gets to the level of his mouth. “Hold on to the headboard.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he angles my body and pulls me to his mouth. His lips and teeth tease and devour me with such gusto his moans trigger the first waves of orgasm.

As they wash over me, one after the other, I’m glad he told me to grab the metal bars of the headboard. My legs give up supporting my weight as his mouth ravishes me like he’s a starving man, who’s been stranded in the desert for days.

“Wes!” I whimper, seeing black and white spots behind squeezed shut eyelids. “Fuck. I think I’m going to faint.”

His lips release my clitoris, and he slides my sated body down his hard one. He gathers a pile of pillows against the headboard and leans his back on them.

“Straddle my chest.”

I do that, brace myself on the slab of muscles on his chest, and kiss the wrinkle of concentration creasing the space between his eyebrows.

He winks. “That first round was just meant to relax your muscles. With you on top, I’ll let you control our movements.” He pauses and gifts me one of his lopsided smiles that always melts my bones. It doesn’t fail to do that now. “At least, in the beginning.”

My addled brain doesn’t grasp his meaning until he’s guided the tip of his cock to the entrance of my asshole. A burning sensation makes me gasp when he slides an inch or two inside me. Panic grabs me by the throat and I heave, squeezing my eyes closed.

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