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Dropping to my knees behind him, I give my boy a little space to bend forward.

“Spread them for me… Open up that pretty ass and show me my hole.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s your hole.” He opens his legs, using his hands to spread his cheeks, showing me the tight, pink pucker between them.

My mouth waters seeing it. Everything about him feels ramped up, bigger and stronger than it should. “Ask me.”

“Will you eat my ass, Sir?”

Instead, I smack his butt and watch the shiver run through him. “You’re so fucking responsive to anything I do to you. Ask me again.”

“Please eat my ass. I need it so much. I want your tongue and then your cock. I would do anything for it.”

I swat it again and then dive in, licking and probing his tight ring of muscle. I taste soap on his skin. My dick throbs at the taste of him and the needy, hungry sounds spilling from his mouth like a full glass that’s been tipped over.

“Marshall…thank you…yes…it’s so good, Sir. Please push your tongue inside me.”

Is there anything I wouldn’t give this boy? I don’t think there is. It’s not like I don’t want to eat him out, but even if I didn’t, there is no way I could deny him. I want to give him everything.

I continue to soften him up, then work to push my tongue inside him. Jay pushes back against me, riding my face like he’s in the damn rodeo, my name on his lips. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

His hole squeezes my tongue while I fuck him with it. Reaching around his body, I grab his cock and stroke, only to let go and smack it a few times. When I do, Jay pushes harder against me. Precum leaks down his shaft, slicking the way for me to stroke him easier.

“Please, Sir. Can I have more?”

“More of this?” I ask, smacking his cock again. “Or more of this?” I bury my face in his ass again, eating him like he’s my last meal.

“Both…all of it…everything. Just you.”

My dick spasms, his words fueling my hunger for him. He’s not the only one who wants more. Suddenly, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside him soon.

I grab the lube from the floor, then push to my feet. After slicking my fingers, I set the bottle on a table beside us and push two fingers into him.

“Fuck!” Jay cries out.

“Look at my good little slut. Always hungry for his Sir’s cock.” Before he can reply, I use my other hand to push two fingers into his mouth. Jay drops his head back against my shoulder, taking it at both ends, being fucked by nothing but my hands and loving every second of it. “Why can’t I get enough of you?” I ask, then lick the salty tears from his face. He gags for me, cries harder in that way that says he’s overtaken with emotion, deep into this moment and the control he blesses me with.

“You’re mine now, sweet boy.” I slide them out, then push my fingers into his ass again. “I can’t wait to figure out all the ways to make you unravel, all the ways you’ll give yourself to me.”

Jay gasps when I pull my fingers out of his mouth, and then when I leave his ass empty, he begs, “Put them back in!” With one arm still around him, I smack him for not asking nicely. “Please, Sir. Put them back in.”

“But then you won’t get my dick.”

I slick myself up and then slam into him in one swift movement. We shudder together, the tight heat of him nearly making me lose control. Why did I wait to do this? To have him this way?

I press Jay’s face against the glass, his hands already against it, then pull back and snap my hips forward again.

“Oh my God.” His eyes roll back, which makes pride shoot through my veins.

I do it again, pull back and then piston into him over and over again. “Do you think anyone will walk by and see my little slut giving himself to me?” I ask while I fuck him.

“I…hope…so. Want everyone…to know…I belong to you.”

My cock twitches inside him, balls already close to spilling.

“Such a good little hole. You make Sir so happy. The perfect place to put my cock every day.”

“Yes…yours…your dick belongs inside me.”

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