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Simon didn’t respond as he spun me about.

He pushed between my shoulder blades, pressing my body along the window.

I yelped again. I’m pretty sure I leaked more cum against the glass.

We’d have to wipe it down before housekeeping came in the morning.

Simon used his foot to spread my legs. My cock had softened, but the use of force already had it growing again.

Kissing along my neck, he traced my spine with his fingertips.

As they moved lower, they barely touched the skin, stopping just as they reached the cleft of my ass.

Simon did the same with his lips, brushing lightly as he slid down my body.

They didn’t stop as they reached my waist. He took his time.

With every exhale, the heat washed across my ass.

His hands engulfed each cheek. The strength from years in the kitchen made me moan.

My breath left a trail of fog on the window.

His tongue traveled down my ass, and I nearly melted as he brushed against my hole.

He didn’t tease, he didn’t make me beg. Simon slathered my hole in spit.

I knew what he had in store, and that made me hard.

I wanted Simon, the man I loved, deep inside me.

“On all fours.”

He didn’t need to make the demand twice.

At the top of Simon’s preferences, drilling me until he came was his favorite.

He never admitted it, but I think he liked making me come before fucking, so I was even tighter.

Another bottom might object, but I enjoyed the rough ride, especially the moment he worked the entirety of his cock inside me.

“Yes, sir.” I headed toward the bed, ready to put my ass in the air.

“Wrong direction.”

I turned, confused. Simon slid the robe off his shoulders. He dragged it behind him while I watched that beautiful furry butt. He walked past the small couch facing the fireplace and flipped a switch on the wall. Click. Click. Click. I couldn’t make out the sound, not until the fire sprang to life.

“Oh. Now you’re just showing off.”

It had everything but the bearskin rug. We’d have to save that for our holiday cards next year. He dropped his robe on the carpet before pointing. I had my marching orders. I wasn’t going to say no, not when I was about to live out a scene from a porno.

Dropping to my knees, I gave his cock a quick shake. With a hand on my shoulder, he guided me onto my hands. His eagerness had me ready to work up another load. There’s nothing more gratifying than knowing how badly a top wanted inside, especially when he knew how to use his cock.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered.

He dragged his cock along the crack of my ass. Of course, now that I begged, he’d tease. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me back in a gentle rocking motion. Shifting his hips, his cock slid down my ass, jabbing the back of my balls.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled and moaned as he pulled me back harder. If he kept shoving the head of his cock against my balls, I’d be leaking on the floor. He paused, and I grew anxious waiting for— the head of his cock shoved inside.

“Oh, God,” I hissed. I was tight. My hole ached, but not nearly enough to stop the waves of pleasure.

Simon knew exactly when to push forward and when to pause and let me adjust to the thickness.

Not acceptable. I shoved back, taking his length until my ass pushed against his belly. It was Simon’s turn to moan.

As much as I wanted to stay like this all night, I was a man on a mission. I tried sliding off his cock, but his hands held my hips, jerking me backward. Guiding me, we started a slow rocking motion, short jabs at first, before moving to the length of his shaft.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered.

The middle of his cock was the thickest, and with each stroke, I could feel my hole stretch to accommodate.

Simon lifted his belly, resting on my ass, and I gasped as it allowed the last inch of his cock to slide in.

He picked up the pace, reaching around to run his finger over my cock.

Between the slapping of balls, I could hear him licking his finger.

“Somebody’s about ready to come again.”

If he kept going, chances were I’d barely need to touch my cock before shooting. Simon pulled out, getting to his feet. I wanted to look over my shoulder and see what he had planned, but the not-knowing made it more exciting. Would he come on my back? Have me swallow his load?

Simon squatted behind me, legs clenched against my thighs as he guided his cock into my hole.

He shoved the entire length inside, and I gasped.

“Fuck, you’re huge.” Simon didn’t waste time as he jackrabbitted my ass.

On each withdraw, only the head remained inside, and then he shoved inside, his cock pressing against that magic spot.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

“I won’t.” He picked up the tempo, growling as he plowed me harder. Balancing on one hand, I dared to reach down and squeeze my cock. It had turned into a steady stream of precum. With only a few strokes, I was ready to come again.

“Come,” he commanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I jerked, letting the warm sensation flow through my body for the second time. As I came, my ass tightened, milking his cock. His tempo turned erratic, and with one last slam, he roared.

“I’m coming.” The whole hotel heard his cries.

I continued gasping as his cock twitched, filling me with cum. I was going to feel this in the morning… not that it’d stop me from climbing on top of him again. Simon leaned forward, pushing me to my belly. I could feel the ropes of cum all over his robe. I’d need a shower.

Simon rolled us onto our side so we faced the fire, careful not to let his cock slide out. He reached around and gave my cock a squeeze. I slapped his hand away. “Hey! You know the rules.”

He let go, rubbing my belly while he kissed the back of my neck. “Rules are meant to be broken.”

Our position on the floor was less than comfortable, but I had no intention of moving. My pulse returned to normal, and eventually, Simon’s cock softened, slipping out. I wanted to stay in this moment for as long as I could.

“If I had known reading comics would get me here—” He kissed my shoulder. “—I’d have started reading years ago.”

I laughed. “Don’t go thinking all my customers get this treatment.”

“Glad to know I’m special.”

Simon had no idea just how special. I couldn’t have asked for a kinder, sweeter, sexier man.

He checked off every box and added a few extra for good measure.

Who knew when this handsome bear walked into my shop, I’d find a boyfriend?

More than that, I found my family had grown.

Lucas had become my sidekick, excited for new-comic day and every new superhero movie.

Even Lucy found a way into my heart as we cracked jokes about Simon.

“What are you thinking about?”

Too much. More than I could put into words. “This is the start of something.” I didn’t quite know what, but I was excited to find out. “Something big.”

His embrace tightened. “I was thinking the same thing.”