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“Tell me how much you like it.”

“How much I like you fucking me like this? Too much, I’m barely holding on.”

Niles laughs and arches his back again. Every lean muscle on his lithe body flexes and contracts with his movements. My cock disappears inside his hot, tight body, that delicious little cock bouncing with his movements.

He’s physical fucking perfection.

“You know what I want to hear,” he says, starting to pant.

I moan the words he needs between gasps and grunts, trying to hold it together long enough for him to get what he needs from me. “I love you. I love your body. I love your dick. And your pussy. And your ass. And everything about you. I just love you.”

“I’m so close.”

“Come on my cock, baby.”

“So dirty,” he teases.

“I can be dirty.”

“Mmmhmmm, shut up and make me come.”

“You little brat,” I laugh.

I’ll fucking show you.

I lift him off my cock, stand, flip him around so he’s on his knees facing the back of the chair, and pull his hips so he’s ass out. Reaching down, I line myself up and dive back into his perfect wet hole. My thighs slap against his ass as I take him from behind.

He grunts, “Oh, fuck—” Then sucks in a breath when my thumb presses against his asshole.

“What about this little hole right here,” I say, still thrusting. “What should I put in here?”

Niles whimpers. “Fingers. Now. Please. I’m going to come.”

I look down and spit on his asshole, rubbing it around with my thumb. Niles moans and I feel the fluttering start around my cock. I press the tip of my thumb just inside his tight little ring. Both holes contract around me at the same time, and Niles muffles his cries in the fabric of the chair as I work him through his orgasm.

It takes a superhuman level of stubbornness not to bust inside him when he’s clenching down around me like that, but I manage. It’s not until he’s slumped on the back of the chair expecting me to just finish that I pull out.

“Wha—”

Lifting Niles off the chair, I turn him so he’s sitting and cup the back of his head. I bring my cock to his mouth and press it against his lips.

“Suck, and don’t stop until every drop of your cum is cleaned off my cock.”

He parts his lips, eyes almost crossed, and I guide his head to take every inch of my cock that I feed him. I keep my hand on his head, but don’t push down, just guide him towards the pace I want, knowing that he needs that bite of edge to get him out of his head even if he knows I’d never hurt him.

Niles’ tongue snakes out along the bottom of my shaft and I buck forward, hitting his gag reflex. He coughs, and I pull back, but hechases my cock, shoving it into the back of his throat again. He gags again, and it undoes me. My balls unload down the back of his throat, cursing and moaning at the way his throat contracts as he swallows me down.

When he comes up for air, I worry it was too much and drag him up to sit on my lap. The dirty little fuck sits on my dick again, which is still twitching from aftershocks of the orgasm he sucked out of me. He grinds down and leans forward to kiss me, pushing a mouthful of my own cum into my mouth with his tongue.

I think I come a little more.

CHAPTER 21

NILES

I’ve always been good under pressure. It’s kind of my thing.

I can shut out the noise. Tune out the nerves. Focus until the world blurs around me and there’s nothing left but muscle memory and instinct.