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CHAPTER TEN

RORY

I press into Jorge’s throat again, holding myself deep but struggling to stay in the moment—unable to shake the feel of his fingers brushing over one of the scars I usually keep hidden beneath my shirt. I foolishly removed it, thinking the blindfold would protect me. He can’t see you…

When I pull my cock from his mouth, Jorge sucks in a deep breath as I help him to his feet. My hands slide down his chest as I kneel to rid him of his remaining clothes. He kicks at his shoes, removing them so I can pull his pants over his feet. “You’re fucking breathtaking,” I exhale, taking in his remarkable frame. “Every inch of you is perfect.” I lightly drag my fingertips up the length of his hard cock and emphasize, “ Every inch.”

Teasingly fisting him, I guide him onto the couch. His knees rest on the cushions, and his chest leans over the arm. Reverently, I rub my hand over the swell of his perfectly toned ass. Shoving my pants lower and climbing on behind him, I kiss along the invisible trail left by my hand. Finally, I make my way closer to the tight hole I’ve fantasized about claiming for years. “Does my good boy like having his asshole licked?”

“Yes!” Jorge breathlessly exclaims, arching his back and pressing himself toward me. I don’t hesitate to give him what he wants. Pressing my face against his ass, I run the tip of my tongue along the puckered skin of his hole, and he releases the sweetest fucking whimper. I lick and tease until he’s panting, and his ass quivers against my tongue .

Grabbing the lube from the end table, I slather a generous amount over my cock. I rub the excess lube between his cheeks, massaging it over the relaxed hole and pressing it into him with my finger. With my slick tip pressed against him, I still for a moment. “I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you,” I promise, knowing from experience I’m more than some men can handle.

I press my thick head into him, both of us groaning as I stretch him. “You’re doing so good for me,” I praise, running my hand along the length of his spine as I ease deeper until I’m buried in him to the hilt. And it’s better than I imagined. “You let me know when you’re ready for more.”

A sputtered exhale spills over his lips, and he gives a quiet nod for a response. I pull back and thrust back into him at a painfully slow pace. He fists the couch cushions and buries his face in them as I repeat the motion. I’m about to stop when he groans, “Oh, God! You feel so good.”

I take him steadily, letting him adjust to me. He pushes back to meet my thrusts, and I move a little faster. “Fist that big cock while I fuck your tight ass,” I demand. Perching himself on his forearm, he does exactly as he’s told. “You’re going to go right to the edge, and then you’re gonna stop like a good fucking boy.”

He fucks his hand as I thrust into him slow and deep. “Fuck…” he exhales, slowing his pace, his ass quivering around my cock as fights the urge to come. Squeezing me so tightly that I’m left fighting my own urges.

“Such a good boy.” I bend over him, kissing across his shoulders and toward his neck. “Do it again.”

I edge him over and over—bringing him to the brink until he’s a sweaty mess beneath me. And every second of it is fucking amazing. Gripping his hips, I pick up my pace—taking him hard and fast. “Don’t stop this time,” I order, quickly losing my breath and watching his ass jiggle as my hips slam against it.

He’s right on the precipice—mere thrusts away from coming. “Don’t you dare come,” I grit through my clenched jaw. I fuck him without abandon, trying desperately to catch up and pushing him closer to his release. “You don’t come without Daddy’s permission.”

His whole body clenches, and he grips the arm of the couch, still fisting himself and struggling not to come. “Please let me come, Daddy!” he gasps, struggling to get the words out. I fist his muscular hips and slam into him. His face contorted in agony, he cries out, “Please, Daddy!”

“Yes,” I grunt. “Come for me.” His body relaxes for a split second, tightening again as his orgasm assaults every muscle in his body. Crying out as cum spills over his hand, he clenches around me like a vise. And I’m done. I shoot my release into him with a roar that echoes around my apartment.

“Fuck,” I breathlessly exhale, pulling myself from his ass. After climbing from the couch, I tuck my cock back into my pants and grab my shirt from the floor. I pull it over my head and kneel before the arm of the couch, where Jorge’s exhausted body is slumped over it. “You are fucking incredible.” I press my lips to his as I slip the blindfold from his face. “I’ll be right back. I need to get a cloth to clean you up.”

Even though I’m gone only a moment, Jorge is asleep by the time I return with a damp cloth and a glass of water. He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake as I wipe the cum from his hand or when I clean the mess I made of him. I sit beside him and pull him into my lap, covering us with the blanket from the back of the couch. Staring down at him in the dimly lit living room, I run my fingers through his hair as he sleeps.

I’m so fucked…