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It gives me the perfect view of the flush creeping up along his chest, the way his lower lip is slightly swollen where he must have bitten it.

It lets me see how much he wants this, though my vision is half obstructed by how hard his cock is, standing at attention like it’s begging me to touch it.

I just arch a brow without answering him and go back to what I was doing, flattening my tongue and applying pressure. I’ve never taken the time to pay this much attention to someone before, but fuck if I don’t love the way his body feels as his ass slowly unclenches and his thighs shake harder. I’m high on the knowledge that I could probably make him come from my tongue alone, drowning in how satisfying it is when the muscles of his hole give so I can press deeper inside him and lick him until he nearly bucks out of my grasp. He’s squirming on me, and my hips rock against the sheets, the uncomfortable friction doingnothingto alleviate how heady this is making me feel. How much I want more.

I squeeze his thighs until he whimpers again and pull my tongue back with a low groan, spreading his cheeks wide so I can see the way he’s open just a bit from my insistence, how his ass looks so hungry for me.

How good it’s going to be when I can feel those tight muscles squeezing around my cock instead of my tongue.

I’m not sure how much more I can take. I move, shifting to nose at his balls until he writhes again as I reach for the lube. When his hand reaches for his cock, I drop his hips and grab hold of his wrist, pulling back just enough to speak.

“Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?”

His eyes go wide, and his dick twitches in front of my face. Even as he tries to mutter something about how I’mnot his boss, I canseehow much he likes it by the little droplet of precum that spills from his tip.

I’m deliberate when I lean up and swipe my tongue across his slit to taste him.

His shoulders drop, his body rocking back from that simple touch alone. He acts like I took his entire length into my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut for it, aren’t you, Dimples? You want me to fuck you any way you can get it? You’d probably roll over and beg like a whore if I told you to.”

His eyes widen, and he rises up to glare at me again. It’s nice, seeing that spark of defiance instead of the nerves from earlier. “Fuck you.”

My smile is probably a little mean, but my cock is so hard I feel like I might come in my pants just from the look on his face and the promise of what’s about to happen.

“If that’s the way you want to play it, fine.” I sit up and dribble lube all over my fingers, then come at his spit-slicked ass and drive one in to the knuckle. He jerks like he’s been electrocuted, but I’ve worked him enough that I can see it isn’t from pain.

Zander’s flushed and panting as I slowly drive my finger deeper, then flex it to stroke against his prostate as I pull back.

“Oh… ohshit.” he whispers again, jerking in my hold when I use one hand to pin his wrists to his stomach. “Fuck, Kerian.” He whines my name and my body nearly shudders at the way it sounds.

I fuck him with one finger until he’s rocking against my touch and the wet slip and slide of the lube tells me he’s ready for me. When I add two, he jerks again, his cock giving another twitch as more precum spills out.

It’s easy to shift up so I can use my weight to keep him pinned—it’sintoxicatingto get close enough that I can watch his lashes flutter, his lips part. I can see the way his pupils contract and blow wide when I crook my fingers and hit that sweet spot again.

He leans up, gravitating toward me, lost in the sensation of me finger fucking him. His entire body istremblingbeneath me, and I can tell he’s about to blow his load without his cock even being touched. I’m getting almost drunk on the way he’s watching my face, on the way he’s staring at me like he’s never seen me before.

No one has ever looked at me like that, like they’re helpless and caught in the gravity of everything I am, everything I can give them.

I want more.

Ineedhim to look at me like that until the universe around him explodes in a wash of obsession—until headmitshow much he wants this. How much heneedsme.

I need to hear him choking on my name, on sobs, on pleasure.

I need him tobelongto me.

So I do the only thing I can do.

I stop, keeping my fingers buried in him to the knuckle. For a second, he’s still writhing, trying to fuck my hand. When he realizes I’m not moving, his mouth drops open.

“W-what are you doing?” His voice is as shaky as his body, and I lean down, running my nose along his jawline so I can whisper in his ear.

“I told you, Dimples. You’re going to beg for it… and when you’re a good boy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined. I’m going to fuck you until you’re wrecked for anybody but me.”

ChapterEleven

ZANDER

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