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“Hey, you’ve got some serious spring there. You could have given me a bruise if you dick-slapped me.”

“Brad!” he cried out, and I burst out laughing as he covered his face with both his hands. “You’re trying to make this asembarrassing as possible.” His voice was muffled through his fingers.

“Nope, this is how it’s always going to be,” I said cheerily as I yanked his pants to his thighs. “I don’t know what you were expecting; I’m not exactly a romantic.”

“I still can’t believe I’m in love with someone like you.” He sighed. I thought he was going to say it grumpily like he usually did whenever we spoke about relationships or whatever. But, instead, he uncovered his face, reached out, and curled his fingers around my ear. I stopped just to look at him, smiling at me so fondly at me because I wanted that look of his seared into my fucking mind.

I was totally stumped at how pretty he was with his brown hair waving down his shoulders like a bulked-up angel.

“Damn,” I said, my eyes widening. Forget about his cock, I needed to kiss him again.

I surged forward, climbing up my boyfriend’s body. He opened his mouth to gasp my name, and it was the perfect gap for me to slide my tongue between his lips and moan against him. I took his cock in my hand, and his deep moan shuddered through my whole body as he curved under me.

It was hard to keep up the rhythm of stroking, kissing, and rocking over him, but it was so worth it. His muffled cries were like liquid gold, but I wanted more than that: I wanted his cum.

I carefully closed my thumb and forefinger around his tip, squeezing him so softly, and he gave me the best reaction.

He ripped himself from the kiss, bolting up, nearly bending in half. His arms flew around my shoulders as he cried in my ear, “Brad! I’m going to come if you do that!”

“So what? You already came twice the last time we fucked. I’m sure you can do it again when I’m inside you.”

He groaned as he clutched me tighter, and I kissed his shoulder as I kept on working my fingers.

“Who says you’re going to be the one fucking me in the ass?” he asked through gritted teeth as he pulled back to meet my eyes. “I might be the one fucking you.”

“Alex.” My voice went low as I nearly laughed. I shifted back on my knees so I could lean over him. “There’s no way I’m not fucking you. Your first time is going to start and end with my cock so deep inside you’re going to lose it.”

I rubbed his length in one, firm stroke just to prove it, and he instantly dissolved under me. Every single muscle he had either relaxed or stiffened as he thrust into my hand.

“Brad,” he groaned as he tugged at my neck. “Come back here,”

“Look at how needy you are. I swear, you’re going to start whining if I don’t get myself inside you. And I know your ass wants my cock more than my fingers.”

He gave me one of my favorite glares, but it melted away the moment I stroked him again. Alex shuddered, that deep crease between his eyebrows vanishing as he let out a trembling breath. And his moan showed how much he was lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

I didn’t realize that watching someone as I brought them closer to coming could be sonice.

I had no problem just sitting back as he squirmed, fisting the sheets, giving in by thrusting into my hand as I encouraged him. And all while I casually moved my knee so I could angle his legs and slip his pants right off his feet.

I’d loved eating out his ass, and I was tempted to flip him over again so I could stick my tongue in him and hear his surprised shout, but I really wanted to see his face this time. I wanted to make sure he was with me.

As soon as I chucked the pants to the floor, my hands went straight to his ass. My middle finger traced his ass cheeks, goingto the hole that had become my favorite part of his body. You know, apart from his eyes, and his mouth…and his dick.

He groaned as I pressed against him. No spit, no lube, just loving gasp and moan he gave when I stroked him.

“Hey, man, this is going to be a tight squeeze, isn’t it? I know you took all my fingers last time, but my cock is a real beast. You think you can do it?”

Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at my cock, like he was suddenly realizing I really was going to fuck him in the ass.

Whenever I bragged about the size of my dick to the guys, I wasn’t fucking around. I’d made enough girls scream on my rod that I could start a choir. And Alex’s little virgin ass wasn’t going to take me without any help.

“Do you have lube or anything? I’m going to have to spend ages prepping you. I don’t want you hurting along the way.”

A blush flared over his cheeks, the brightest so far. But I wanted him fire engine red by the time we were finished.

“Yeah,” Alex mumbled. “Bottom drawer.”

I was so eager to get inside him, I went for it straight away, yanking open the drawer and freezing at the sight below me.

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