Page 41 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Be my guest.” I trailed my fingers down the smooth line of Donovan’s back to his tailbone, dipping my finger between his cheeks. Then I lowered my head until my lips were by his covered ear. “I think I’d like that.”

He groaned as I grazed a fingertip over his hole.

“Ah—stop. Don’t.” Donovan tried a last-ditch effort as I pushed it inside him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I slid my finger in and out of him, making sure to add a second then a third, and those cries of protest quickly morphed into moans.

“I’m teaching you a lesson.” I pulled my fingers free and grabbed one of Donovan’s plump ass cheeks, spreading him wide. His hole glistened at me, begging me to enter no matter what its owner said, as I took hold of my cock and lined myself up.

“You want to break and entermyhouse? Then I’m going to break and enteryou.”

I plowed forward, entering Donovan in a way that not many could take, and even with his experience and the fact that hecouldtake me, that initial thrust only got me halfway in.

A loud shout tore from his throat as I stopped to grab his other hip. As I let him get used to my intrusion, Donovan brought his hands up to brace himself against the brick wall. He shifted his feet back so he could bend over a little and angle his body, and when that delicious ass clenched around me, I dug my fingers in and thrust further inside.

A muffled “Fuck” left my sexy burglar as I managed to get in a good eight inches, then I slowly pulled out until I found his sweet spot.

Donovan moaned, the sound part pleasure part unease. The width of my dick was something anybody would have to get used to. But when he pulled forward, dragging himself off me before shoving back, I knew he was good to go.

“I knew you were a fucking deviant. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you?”

Donovan whipped his head around, his eyes shooting daggers that made me grip his hips harder.

“Not by you.”

“Liar.” I bucked forward, impaling him in a way that had him crying out and moving up on his toes. A raspy chuckle left me as I looked down to watch my cock slowly withdraw,stretching his hole. Then my eyes caught on the small birthmark I’d noticed last week.

“Now what do we have here?” I slid my dick up between his cheeks until they were hugging me, then reached out to trace my finger around the little heart on the underside of his ass. “Isn’t this cute.”

A shiver racked Donovan’s body as I did it again, then I leaned down over him and bit at his shoulder.

“Guess I’ll be breaking your heartandyour ass tonight.”

Donovan whimpered as I straightened up, pulled his cheeks apart, then powered on home. His ass was a tight, hot cavern I could get lost inside, and I began to drill into him rough and hard, giving him the punishment I had so boldly claimed I would deliver.

I gritted my teeth as I thrust my hips, flexing my muscles every time I hauled Donovan back on me. The sounds coming from him were nothing but moans of pleasure now, as the pretense of not wanting this pounding disappeared into the night.

I could hear the faint noise of traffic just outside the courtyard, smell the sweet scent of white gardenias, and as it mixed with the moisture in the air and thunder rumbled throughout the darkened sky, several drops of rain began to fall.

I tensed. The water added a new and unexpected element to one of the most mind-blowing encounters of my life. Everything about the moment only heightened my awareness of Donovan, me, us, and the way our bodies were so in tune with one another. I picked up my pace and reached around his body to take hold of his dick.

Donovan moaned again, the sound so sexy I almost came as I stroked his cock with his sticky arousal.

“Still want to tell me you don’t want this?”

He turned his covered head my way. The rain came down harder, making my hair stick to my neck and face, and when he caught sight of it, he licked his lips and shoved back. His ass swallowed me almost to the hilt. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

My goddamn pleasure.

With a hand at his hip, I pulled him onto me. Donovan pushed back, taking me deep, and I had to wonder—who was fucking whom in that moment?

I worked his cock good and hard, and the needy sounds leaving both him and me began to override the pelting rain as we neared the edge of our control and sanity. I pegged that sensitive bundle of nerves, making him shout louder than the thunder in the sky, then rammed him one more time and watched in awe as Donovan painted the red brick with white, ropy jets of his cum.

Jesus, that was hot. So fucking hot.

I pulled out of him and smoothed a hand up his wet back where the rain was running in rivulets down to his stretched hole. Then I couldn’t help but slip my hand up under the back of his ski mask and twist my fingers in his hair.

I tugged him off the wall, tilting his head back as I began to stroke my cock, and when I bumped up against his well-used ass, I said, “Maybe I should take this off, find out who my sexy masked man is?”

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