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H e’s still begging as the head of my cock breaches his rim. His hips rock up and his words blur into a groan as he reaches for me to pull me deeper into him.

“Fuck, Babydoll,” I groan. “I can’t decide which one of your sexy holes takes my cock better.” I position myself so I can watch as I impale him, the ring in his guiche piercing catching the light as we move.

“I’m already so in love with this piercing. I want to be a little rough with it, maybe tug on it a little while I’m inside of you.” Errol lets out a wordless whine, eyes glazed over with lust as he looks up at me.

I move my hands to either side of his head so I can stretch out on top of him. Rolling my hips, I plunge my cock into him deep and sink my tongue into his mouth so I can feel the vibrations of him moaning with my tongue as I seek out the ball of his piercing so I can run my tongue over it.

I don’t know what it is about the combination of making out and fucking —maybe just the knowledge that I’m claiming every part of his body with my own —but it’s only minutes later that my orgasm is looming.

I slow down because I don’t want to come just yet, but Errol suddenly tightens himself around me.

The sensation virtually pulls my orgasm out of me, catching me by surprise too late to do anything but let out a shout as I empty my balls into him.

“You dirty slut,” I pant as the pulsing pleasure recedes enough to give me some of my brain back. “You made me come too soon. ButI said I was going to make you swallow my load. You’re not going to make a liar out of me, Babydoll.”

I make him get on his hands and knees before I grab his upper thighs roughly. “Spread,” I bark. He obeys, parting his knees wide as I nestle myself down between his cheeks and pull them apart, hooking my thumb beneath the lace to draw the back of the thong out of the way.

I make a noise of appreciation at the sight of his slick rim, red and pouting from the pounding I’ve just given it, with that silver ring glinting just below his wrecked hole.

When I run my tongue over it, he thrusts back into my face with a jerk, nearly smothering me between his cheeks.

Fuck, I could stay here all day. But I’m on a mission.

“I want that load back.”

“What?” He sounds incredulous, which makes me chuckle. I reach up and rub his lower back.

“C’mon — you heard me. Push my load out so I can feed it to you like I said I was going to.”

“But it won’t — I can’t —”

“You can and it will,” I interrupt him, my voice stern now. “Bear down for me and give me back what’s mine.”

“But —”

I reach up and give his ass a light swat. “No buts. You’re going to make this pussy drip for me so I can lick it all up. When I feed it to you, you’re going to open wide for it like the greedy slut you are. And then you’re going to thank me.”

When Errol drops his head down with a moan, I lick across his hole again. “C’mon, baby,” I coax. I reach up, caressing his ass cheek.

Errol lets out the most beautiful whimper I’ve ever heard.

I watch his hole twitch as he gives me what I want.

When my load starts to dribble over his rim, I dive in and eat it out of him like a starving man.

Lapping and slurping at him, I thrust my tongue inside and cover his entrance with my lips so I can suck out the rest.

When he flips over onto his back for me, he’s breathing hard, his pupils blown with lust and his face flushed.

I slam my hands down onto the pillows on either side of his head and hover just above him.

He parts his lips, and in spite of how raunchy and raw this whole moment is, what sears itself into my brain is the utter, rapt devotion in his gaze.

I’m about to spit the load I just licked out of his ass into his mouth, and he’s looking at me like I hung the damn moon.

I lock eyes with him and spit the whole filthy, viscous mess into his mouth at once. His eyes flicker shut for a second and I feel his body shudder beneath me. He closes his mouth, a moan vibrating in his throat as he swallows it down.

I feel a smile tugging up the corners of my mouth as I look down at Errol.

“When did my best friend turn into such a desperate little whore for me?” I balance on one hand so I can stroke his hair off his forehead.

He’s got the sweetest, neediest expression in his eyes.

I run my tongue over his lips and roll my hips to grind against his. “Good girl,” I murmur.

His hips thrust up into mine so hard I lose my balance and tumble on top of him. When he opens his mouth again he lets out a sound like a sob.

I don’t realize he’s blown his load until a moment later when I feel his release, hot and sticky, on my skin. He lurches his pelvis up again, pressing it into mine with a sort of desperation. He’s still panting for breath as I catch his chin in my hand and fill his mouth with my tongue.

“So fucking sexy,” I breathe into his ear after I finally, reluctantly break off the kiss.

He throws his arms around me and squeezes me tight. “Thank you, Stud,” he murmurs into my neck. “You’re fucking everything .”