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“No.” Four were too many. That was like his whole hand up my ass.

“You can.”

He forced another finger inside, and I groaned at the tight stretch of my hole.

“Fuck.”

I balanced on my chest and reached back to grab my cheeks and spread them. Gunner’s fingers slid in and out, pushing against the resistance.

“Now you’re ready. Keep holding your ass open for me just like that.”

A condom wrapper tore, and a few seconds later, the blunt head of Gunner’s cock pressed against my opening. Either I’d underestimated what kind of lover this man was, or he didn’t want me to kick him off the case because he moved so slowly, entering me as if he cared whether I enjoyed the sex.

“You can move faster,” I said.

“I know what I’m doing. I’ve fucked more asses than you’ve had cocks in your lifetime. Let me handle my business the way I want.”

Cocky son of a bitch.

“I’m not your business,” I gasped as he bottomed out.

“Right now, I’d say you are. You’re talking too much. Just lie back and feel my cock stroking inside that tight pussy.”

Pussy?

My whole body vibrated with tension. “Don’t call—”

He snapped his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside, cutting off my ability to speak. I panted, but before I could catch my breath, he perfected a steady rhythm of thrusting—not too fast but each stroke was perfectly timed, sliding in and out with practiced ease. Every grinding motion sent tremors down my spine. I clutched the bed sheets and whimpered.

Fucking hell. He just had to be good at this.

No, “good” was an understatement. He knew how to work each stroke up against my prostate. The painful stretch I’d been anticipating didn’t come, only a swirl of emotions building inside my groin, spreading through my gut, up my chest, and making my nipples tingle.

“Oh fuck, Gunner—”

I grabbed a handful of the sheet and stuffed it into my mouth to bite off the neediness in my voice.

Gunner stilled. Tremors raced down my back, and sweat trickled down my temples. Why had he stopped? I’d already been on the edge, and his breaking rhythm felt devastating.

He slipped a hand between my legs, gripped my cock, and stroked with a deliberate slowness meant to drive me mad. I clenched my eyes closed.

Focus, Ben. It’s just sex. You can like it but not too much.

I spat the sheet out of my mouth. Having him mounting me like that without doing anything made me feel stuck to him. I just wanted it over with.

“Why did you stop?”

“I want you to tell me what you need.”

“I’m on the brink. What the hell do you think I need?”

“If you don’t want to ask for it, fuck yourself on my cock. Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”

Thank fuck my face was turned away from him, so he couldn’t see how red my cheeks must have gotten. He was still fuckingplaying games, even though he had me someplace I never thought I’d ever be—on my knees for him.

But wait. I wasn’t the only one who wanted this. Two could play this game.

“All right, then, we can just stop right here. No need to continue.”

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