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“Relax, Boy. This hole is mine, isn’t it, and if I want to play with it, then you’ll be my good boy and take it. Won’t you?”

I’m pushing him. This is the first time I’ve spoken to him like this, the first time I’ve treated him like a sub, but I can’t help it.

“Yes,” he whimpers as I rub soft circles over the tight ring of muscle.

There’s something dirty about using his cum as lube, but I do it anyway, rubbing it into his ass until the muscles start to relax under my touch. The moment they do, I push the tip of my finger against his hole until it slips inside.

“Oh,” Henry gasps.

Slowly working just the very tip of my finger in and out of him, I allow myself to gradually push deeper until my whole finger up to the third knuckle is inside of him. My fingers are slick and covered in his release as I slowly fill him, but I won’t stretch him any more until I have some real lube to use.

“Grab your cock,” I order.

“What?” he breathes.

“Grab your cock and jerk yourself while I finger your ass,” I demand.

It takes him a moment to respond, and his movements are tentative when he pushes his hand into his pj bottoms and curls his fingers around his hardened shaft.

“Hard and fast,” I snap, fingering him in time with his hand on his dick.

“Can I…?” he asks after less than two minutes.

“Do you like playing with your cock while I finger fuck your virgin hole?” I ask, my voice low and demanding.

“Yes,” he pants. “So much.”

“This is only one finger, imagine how it’ll feel when it’s my thick cock inside of you, slamming into you and filling you with my cum.”

“Oh god.” His voice is desperate. “Can I come?”

“Yes, fuck my finger while you jerk your cock.”

A moment later, hot cum spills from the head of his dick as his tight ass spasms around my finger.

“Fucking perfect,” I whisper.

NINE

HENRY

My dick jerksin my hand as I come for the second time this morning. The sensation of his finger pumping in my ass is foreign and strange but amazing, making me feel both excited and terrified for when he finally fucks me.

I don’t really know how my night escalated from him accosting me on the street to him staying the night in my bed. When I left work, I’d resolved myself to never speak to him again, but then he literally stepped into my path, blocking my way and seducing me with his huge, sexy body and evocative words.

I’m not sure how he turned my “no” into a dinner date and then a sleepover, but Anders has this scary ability to render me completely incapable of denying him. Who am I kidding? I can’t deny him because I don’t want to. I want to say yes to him. I want to be his. I want him to want me. I want him to care for me and feed me and hold my hand.

I saw his expression when he walked into my apartment. He was horrified, but he still chose to stay here with me. Since the other day at his place, I’d wondered if this was just a sexual thing. If he was attracted to me and just wanted to have sex withme. But if that’s all he wanted, he had the entire night to use my body. Instead, he dressed me in fleece pj’s, then cuddled me all night long.

He could have told me to do anything and I’d have done it, but he didn’t. He said he wanted to take things slow, and he did. Until this morning, anyway. Now things are speeding up a little, but oddly enough, I’m one hundred percent sure if I asked him to stop, he would.

My body feels empty as he slides his finger out of me, then gently tugs my hand away from my cock.

“Do you get hot water in the morning?” he asks gently.

“Sometimes.”

“Let me go and check.”