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“Maybe what you need is something likethis.” I grabbed his shoulders and drove into him, punching the air from his lungs.

“Oh Jesus,therewe go,” he groaned.

“That better?” I slid out, only to thrust into him once more, no longer holding back.

“Again,” he begged.

I filled him to the hilt. “Like that?”

“Yes,” he moaned. I pulled free of him, and he raised his head from the mattress to stare at me with undisguised incredulity. “Seriously?”

I had to fight hard not to let my elation show.Oh,nowI get it. You like it rough.

I was more than happy to oblige.

“Lie in the middle of the bed.”

He shifted across, and I knelt on the bed. I grabbed his knees, spreading him, then aimed my cock at his hole, spearing all the way into him, watching his face contort, a mixture of pleasure and pain. What raced through my head was a question.

What would he do if I took hold of his wrists and pinned them to the bed?

There was only one way to find out.

Chapter Seventeen

Robert

Fuck, his dick feels so good.

It didn’t matter how realistic a dildo looked or felt—nothing compared to the feel of a warm, hard cock in my ass. Okay, maybeonething, but going bare was off the menu, so there was little point even fantasizing about it.

Then my heart stopped when he seized my wrists, pushed them onto the mattress, and pinned them there, holding me down.

Holy fuck.

Toby’s breathing grew harsh. “You like that.”

It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, unable to get the words out.

“Tell me.”

“No, I don’t like it—I fuckingloveit.” There was an edge to my voice, just the trace of a whine.

His eyes sparkled. “Good boy. Oats for you.”

I rolled my eyes, and opened my mouth to tell him he wasn’t talking to Lightning, when he pulled out of me and then slammed in hard, his hips pistoning. He fucked me with long, deep strokes punctuated with grunts and the slap of skin against skin.

It was as if a switch had flicked on inside him, but whatever the reason for the change in pace and intensity, my heart was singing. He drove into me again, and I moaned—until he froze, his cock buried in my ass.

I stared at him, forcing myself to breathe.

Toby tightened his grip on my wrists. “Squeeze my cock.” I blinked, and he nodded. “Come on, squeeze my cock. Show me you like it.” I tightened my ass muscles around his dick, and he smiled. “Oh yeah, you like it.” Then he withdrew.

I groaned. “And we’re back to you busting my balls again.”

Toby leaned over and kissed me, a deep, exploratory kiss that made my toes curl. “Don’t worry,” he murmured against my lips. “We’re not done yet.” He lay on his back, tugging at the latex. He tossed the condom to the floor, then spread his legs and grabbed his cock around its base. “Show me what you can do.”