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He grunted in a way that told me he wasn’t smiling, at least not physically, though I was fairly certain he shared the excitement thrumming through me at what we were about to do.
And then he slipped his cock into my ass.
“Oh, mother fucking holy shit!”
It was just the tip, covered in a thin layer of rubber or latex or whatever the fuck dick gloves were made of. He didn’t shove it all in, but neither had heprepared me—not at all. And fuck, if the tip of his dick didn’t feel like sliding an aircraft carrier into my body.
“Breathe,” the word whispered into my ear, his hot breath a caress across my skin. “Relax and give yourself to me.”
I tried.
I really tried.
He squirted lube—the lube I hadn’t been able to see him carry into the room—and I felt wetness dribble down onto his cock and across my ass.
“Mmm,” he crooned. “So slick and hot.”
Okay, that rumble made my dick twitch so hard I thought it might try to break free and race through his yard.
Then he pushed.
“Oh, hell!”
Ever so slowly, more of him edged inside me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me toward him. All the while, the man who rarely spoke guided us together with his voice.
“Let me inside you, Mateo.”
“Open up for me.”
“Give yourself to me.”
“I want all of you, Mateo.”
Well damn, if he hadn’t shifted from a brick wall into a Hallmark movie—the sexy, raunchy kind onlyavailable after midnight.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day you walked up to my display at the fair.”
My mind spun. Seriously? I hadn’t thought he even liked me.
“I wanted to kiss you and suck you and fill you with everything I have.”
God, if he kept talking like that, I was going to explode.
And then I realized something. He was all the way inside me, his hard torso pressing into my butt as his cock buried deep within.
“You feel that?” he asked, as if I couldn’t feel the orca who’d just flapped against my colon. “You took all of me, and I’m a big boy. That’s my Mateo. Good boy.”
Good boy? Oh, Lord. Is he—
“My boy, aren’t you? Say it. Say you’re my boy.”
“I’m—”
He slid back.
“Don’t pull ou—”
And slammed back in.
