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“Then you tell me to stop and I stop.”

Simple as that. I never want to push him to do something he’s not into. If, for our short time together, I end up bottoming the entire time, that is totally fine with me. I love a good cock up my ass. And Chase’s is fucking fantastic.

I grab one of my bottles and flick the cap open, moving toward Chase who is still bent over, his legs slightly spread.

“Gonna take it nice and slow,” I say, stepping up behind him and pulling one of his ass cheeks open so I can glide my finger up his crease. His hole puckers and kisses the tip of my finger as I slide over it, and Chase lets out a nervous moan.

“Oh fuck, you’re touching my asshole. That’s so damn weird.”

“I love your asshole. You waxed for me, I see. Not a hair in sight.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me…it was traumatic.”

I smile as I begin my slow torture of him, wanting him to be so far gone that he is begging me to enter him. And a few minutes later, after teasing him relentlessly, he groans lowly, “Oh fuck, why does this feel so good? This shouldn’t feel this good.”

“Bet you never even thought of this, did you? Never thought of sticking your finger up your hole while you were jacking off.”

“Uhhhh.”

My finger stills. “Ah, Chase…did you?”

His cheeks flush, his eyelashes fluttering. “Maybe.”

It’s a croak, a small admission, but I hear it.

“Is that why you left your home and moved across the world?”

“Maybe.”

It’s a whisper, but I hear it.

“You want it?” I ask, pressing against his hole and slipping just the tip of my finger inside. He arches back, but I pull my hand away, reaching toward his dick and pumping it slowly, driving him wild until his limbs are trembling.

“Please,” he breathes, and I lean up and press a kiss to his ear.

“You begging me, Chase? You begging me to fuck you.”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

The way those words tumble out makes my cock leak because I can envision it, my dick tunneling into his tight ass. The way it would feel, how tight he would be. God, I want it.

“Want more.”

I press my finger inside of him, just to the first knuckle, and he lets out a whine at the feel of something moving into him. So I give him time, resting it inside of him, letting him adjust to the feel of me before pulling out and doing it all over again. By the time I’m two knuckles in, he’s writhing.

“Come on. I can handle it,” he bites out. “Give it to me.”

I bite my lip and then press all the way in and fuck, his ass just takes me like the slut it is. So tight. So warm. So fucking perfect.

“Oh god,” he groans as I twist my finger around, searching for that small raised bump and when I find it, his entire body shakes in response.

“Jesus.Christ!” he shouts, and I smile, feeling ridiculously proud.

“Found it,” I say, feeling smug. Chase just grips the trunk of the palm tightly. I can see the white of his knuckles in the fading light.

“What the fuckisthis?” he moans as I continue to assault his prostate with my finger. He’s full-on trembling now, his entire body writhing in pleasure.

“This is magic.”

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