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“Slick your fingers and push one inside.”

“Yes, Marshall. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

I spread my legs, but that’s as much as I’m willing to give him. A second later, one of his digits is pushing at my hole. It’s been a long time since I’ve been penetrated, my cock beginning to soften as I adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion. But then he fucks me with it, brushes his finger against my prostate, while saying “Thank you, Sir” and “I love you, Sir,” all that getting in my head and making blood rush to my groin.

“Two now,” I demand, and Jay gives it to me, my cock hardening and aching, breathing picking up while my body’s losing itself to my hole.

When I tell him three, he does that too, the stretch uncomfortable, but it doesn’t take me long to adjust, and I stroke my cock in unison with him.

“Stand up. Fuck me, boy. Show your Sir you’re just as good with your cock as you are with your ass.”

“I can’t wait to feel what it’s like to be inside you.”

My ass feels strange when he pulls out, leaving me empty. Jay stands behind me, slicking his cock. I try to lower myself some so the angle is right, and then he’s there, pressing kisses to my back while his cockhead pushes against my ass.

The initial discomfort swiftly gives way to pleasure as I soak up all the greedy sounds he makes and whispers of love and affection.

We breathe out together when he’s fully inside, before I say, “Fuck me hard and fast. Show me I’m yours. You have my permission to come at any moment.”

“Yes, Sir, but I want you to come first.” Jay pulls back before slamming into me again. He wraps his arm around my body, and I let him jerk me off while he ruts into my ass.

“Hell yes. Fuck your Sir. Please me. Make me shoot my load all over the shower wall for you.”

My orgasm is already building higher and higher. Each time his dick rubs against my prostate, I’m pushed closer and closer to that edge until I can’t stop myself from falling, cum spurting from my cock, balls high and unloading.

“Thank you, Sir!” Jay says from behind me, his dick swelling and jerking as he releases his cum inside me.

“Lick it up,” I tell him. He drops down, licking up all my cum—and then he’s tonguing my ass again, swallowing any of his own jizz that he can get.

Later, after we’ve actually showered, washed, dried off, and are naked in bed together, he says, “I liked fucking you. It’s never really been what I want, but it was wonderful with you.”

“I’m glad.” I kiss his temple.

“But I still want you to fuck me most of the time.”

I smile. “That’s good because that’s what I was planning anyway.”

He’s quiet. I’m pretty sure there is more he wants to say, so I wait.

“I loved today. I loved being with you and Reggie together. I’m glad I had that experience, but is it okay if I don’t want to do it again? I told Reggie already, when I walked him out. I only want you.”

His words jump-start my heart, make it accelerate. “Yes, sweet boy. I only want you too.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JT

“Come on, youngbuck. You can keep up,” Marshall teases as we go on our morning jog. It’s something he’s done occasionally, but the past few weeks, I’ve started to join him too. I don’t quite love it the way he does, but I do have an appreciation for it. I like having the time with him, but even more than that, I like how it makes me feel afterward. It’s just the forcing-myself-to-jog part that’s exhausting while I’m doing it.

“You’ve never shown your age more than you just did by sayingyoung buck,” I tease.

Marshall turns around, jogging backward in front of me like he’s doing something as simple as brushing his teeth. “You like my age, and clearly, I haven’t given you reason to complain. Who’s the one who can’t keep up with whom?” He winks, which is such anun-Marshallthing to do that I can’t help laughing. God, I love him.

“If orgasms are involved, we both know it would be me leaving you in the dust.” It’s a lie, of course. Marshall has no trouble keeping up with me, but the mock indignation on his face makes me chuckle again.

He stops going backward, darting toward me, and before I can get away, Marshall grabs me, bends, and lifts me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. “Someone is being a little brat.”

He swats my ass while I dissolve into laughter. “Oh my God. Put me down before you throw out your back.”

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