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“Please,” I groan.

Bas chuckles. “Going to need a little more clarity than that, Precious.”

“Fuck me,” I pant. I’m out of filthy words. I’m out of any words beyond the most basic, primal grunts and pleas. I need him, I need him,I need him.

“You have me,” he purrs.

Apparently, I was saying that second part out loud. It got me what I wanted, at least. He slowly eases his finger out of me, and I drag in a few steadying breaths to calm myself down. The condom wrapper crinkles and tears, and then the lube bottle clicks open. I gasp at the cold drizzle on my overheated hole.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. The ‘it’s okay’ I want to respond with dies on my lips as the sheathed head of his cock nudges against my hole. “Deep breath.”

I drag in a breath just like he says, and let myself relax, welcoming the mild sting and the aching stretch of being filled slowly as he sinks inside of me with a gut-deep moan. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I push myself up onto all fours so I have better leverage to rock onto his cock. I clench around him just to feel the fullness and draw another primal sound from his throat.

The relief of finally having him inside me only lasts for a few seconds before it’s not enough anymore. A needier feeling blooms in my gut and a whimper builds in my throat.

“Fuck me,” I plead again. Bas eases out until just the tip is still inside, then fills me again with a jarring thrust. “Yes,” I gasp. He does it again, harder and faster this time. “Yes, yes.” He wraps his arms around my middle and grunts against my shoulder blade as he finds a dizzying, hard, perfect rhythm. “Yes, yes,yes.”

The bed creaks underneath us and the room fills with the sound of our ragged breathing and breathless grunts and groans. Sweat beads on my skin, and Bas licks away the droplets he can reach. He rocks into me over and over again, hammering my prostate with every thrust, his girth tugging at my rim over and over again.

I pant his name until it’s the only word I can remember, and over the rush of my thundering pulse in my ears, I can hear him chanting mine too. No one’s ever fucked me like this. Like they know exactly what I need. Like my pleasure is the only thing that matters to them. Like I really am precious and special and worthy of all this attention.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, my body trembling and my cock throbbing.

“Come on my cock, Precious. I want to feel you squeezing me, pulsing around me, trembling in my arms from the pleasure I’m giving you,” he urges, reaching for my cock again.

His touch isn’t teasing or loose this time. He wraps his fingers around me and strokes me in the same fast, dizzying rhythm as his thrusts. I throw my head back and Bas presses his face into the side of my neck, murmuring more encouragement and filthy words that I can barely hear over my own wild moans as I finally tip over the edge. My inner muscles clench hard around his cock, and my cum explodes out of me in violent spurts, filling his hand and painting the sheets underneath me.

Bas’s grip tightens around me, and seconds later I can feel his answering throbs and hear his shouts of pleasure joining mine. The aching hot waves of pleasure go on and on, drawn out by the feeling of his cock spasming inside of me, his grunts and groans as we thrust and writhe together, chasing every last second of our orgasms. He thrusts deep a few more times, coaxing the last meager drops of cum from my balls, and then we collapse together in a sweaty, breathless heap.

“You’re going to think I’m lying, but that was hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had,” I murmur sleepily as soon as I’m able to form words again.

His arms are around me and his soft cock nudges at the swell of my ass cheek. A sated smile tugs at my lips and his breath puffs warmly against my shoulder. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, and I can feel the shape of his smile too.

“Why would I think you’re lying when that was objectively the best sex anyone has ever had?” he says, sounding just as relaxed and tired as I feel.

“That’s fair.” I yawn. “You meant everything you said earlier, right?”

“Absolutely.” He brushes another kiss to the back of my neck. “When can I take you out again?”

“Tomorrow?” I don’t bother trying to mask the eagerness in my tone. “Sleep here, we’ll have breakfast together, and then you can take me out again after I get off work.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He tightens his arms around me, and we both sink a little deeper into each other.

This feels like the start of something real, and I can’t wait to see where it goes.