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But what if he sits on my lap again? Why do I like when he does that so much? What’s so hot about him straddling my thighs? What is it about that one move that flips a switch in my head from thinking of him as my childhood nightmare to my filthiest fantasy?

What would it be like to fuck him like that? Pounding up into him while he looks down at me and I can see every expression on his face.

“Need something?” he asks, likely in response to my actively twitching erection.

“It’s fine.”

“If you say so.” Then he just comes out and asks. “Did you wanna go another round?”

“I’m pretty comfortable, but I won’t push you away.”

He laughs softly. “I don’t know why you’re making this so difficult.”

I deep breathe. Then I do it again. Then one more time. “I wasn’t exactly easy on you earlier.”

“Did I complain?”

“If I can’t control myself…”

“What?” he asks.

“You said I scare you,” I remind him.

“I didn’t say your dick scared me.”

I bury my nose in his hair. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to do it twice in one night.”

“If you’re not gonna do it, then at least tell me how much you want to.”

Despite the tumult in my head and my throbbing dick, I grin. I like this. It’s permission to speak freely, but I remind myself the topic is sex, not our relationship. “You want me to talk dirty to you?”

“Mmhm.”

“You want me to tell you how much my cock is dying to get back inside that hot, tight hole. How bad I want to stroke that spot inside you that makes you leak?”

He groans softly, ass pressing into my crotch harder. “Yeah, you can talk about that more if you want.”

I rest a hand on his pec, noticing his erect nipple beneath my palm. “How it feels like you’re strangling me and swallowing me at the same time?”

“Is that what it feels like?”

“Yeah.” I give his chest a squeeze. “Feels so fucking good.” My hips move, my cock sliding up and down his crack. What would that feel like between his bare cheeks with some lube? Fuck, that’d be good, too…Not to mention how hot it would look.

“Opening me wide and stretching me out?” he asks.

“Fuck yeah. Your pretty ass looks so goddamn good taking my cock.”

“Your huge cock.”

“My big, fat cock.”

“Ryan…” He pushes at my forearm, then makes sure my hand finds how hard he’s straining against the flannel pants. “I’m not a shoe. You don’t need to break me in.”

“You’ve gotta be sore, though.”

“Not as sore as the first time.”

“Mm…” I groan as I grind myself harder against him. “You’re asking to get fucked again.”

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