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Lying down on the counter, dangling my head over the edge, I lay my neck back until my head hits the stool seat. Looking at Chris upside down, I grin. “Come here.” Motioning for him to step close, I open my mouth, grasping his hot, throbbing penis. Widening out my mouth, accepting his girth inch by inch, I reach above me to pull Chris’ body closer.

Moaning sounds escape through my nose as I breathe through the motions of his hips shifting back and forth, slowly. The rhythm is set at a pace I can breathe, and allow his thick length to pass within my throat. Releasing his ass with my one hand, I grasp my own painfully aching cock as it begs to be addressed. Stroking it in time to his motions, every sense is heightened. Arching my back slightly, totally enjoying it all, Chris abruptly pulls away with a ‘pop’ noise.

He places a finger over my mouth. “Wait,” he says. He wasn’t the one waiting for sixteen years.

“But I was enjoying that.” I pout, slightly out of breath.

“Yeah, I noticed. But that’s not fair. I have to watch as you get off on your own. I want it all, Tyler.” Swinging my body around until my legs hang off the end of the counter, without warning, Chris lifts my body up and over his shoulder.

“Where did you put those condoms?”

When I don’t answer right away, he smacks my ass.

“On the table.” I laugh. Dammit, I’m giggling like a girl. I love the feel of his palm print, and laugh at the visual of someone seeing us. I’m two hundred plus pounds, and a very large, closer to three hundred pound black man has me strung across his shoulder like a prize.

“Which way, Tyler?”

“You can put me down, you know.”

With another smack on my ass cheek, he says, “Nope. Now, where do we go?”

“Down to the left.”

With decisive steps, I feel the floor vibrate. Ms. Visser must think I’m moving a nonexistent piano up here. I’ll have to give her a basket of goodies next time I see her.

Tossing me to the bed with a rocking bounce, the bed groans at the intrusive move.

“Good spring.” Chris laughs as he picks up one of the prophylactics. Handing me one, he sets the others to the side. “We’ll need these close by.”

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, sir?” I’m only slightly joking, but he seems to think we’re both automatically the same.

“Tyler. I’m not ahead of myself with you. I’m just catching up.”

Slightly unsure of what he means, I wait to hear his thought process. When the time ticks one count, then two, I ask, “What’s your expectation?”

“None. I have hopes. Beyond that, I’m just being preemptive.”

Walking to the bed and kneeling to come close, I watch unbidden as his neatly dressed cock bounces its way toward me. Cantering back onto his ankles, straddling my waist, Chris covers me with his mouth. With his talented tongue dancing once more, he reaches between us to grip my aching cock. In languid strokes, he moves his hand back and forth, totally interested only in my care.

Lifting up slightly, bringing his other hand around, he teases, strokes, and caresses my balls. I’m unsure how much I whine, groan, and pant as the euphoric feeling rushes through me in hot waves, but I bet it’s tons.

Reaching behind me, I grasp the bed sheets hard to lean on the bed as I break the kiss. “Holy fuck,” I groan out.

“You tell me I’m beautiful, but I think you miss how gorgeous you are. Right now, there’s no one I’d rather be with, Tyler.” Bending forward to kiss the nape of my neck, he leaves a light trail of kisses as the stroke sets a tempo. “You asked me earlier what I wanted, but what do you want, Tyler?”

Only one thought process is consistent, even as my mind blanks—I want inside of him, and I want him inside of me too. I want it all, just like he said.

“Tyler?” he asks, stopping his hand.

“Argh!” Groaning again, I try to raise my hips toward his hand, searching out further contact. Looking at Chris, his grin is a mile wide.

He knows he’s taunting me, drawing me in. Whispering close, his scruff scratches against my ear in the best way. “I want you, Tyler, but it’s on your terms. I’m not fucking this up.”

“I want inside of you,” I cry out. “I want to be inside you, Chris. Please.”

Rising off me, he skooches off the bed faster than I thought a man his size could. Chris stands at the end, holding out a condom to me.

Opening it quickly, encasing my own cock, I watch as Chris examines every move I make.

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