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He broke off into a string of curses as I shoved in from a slightly deeper angle, hard but slow.

“Come for me while I fuck you like this,” I said.

His head dropped down between his outstretched arms.

The angle was even better for me, too.

I was already close, and with each thrust now I felt like he wasthat muchmore my possession than he was before.

“Use me,” he said quietly at first, then got more demanding. “Use me like you want. Come inside me.”

God.

“Nevergoing to let you forget this,” I uttered. “I’m going to come. You better be ready.”

“I can’t hold off any longer?—”

Holy mother of fuck.

I thrust inside him once more, pumping on his cock with my hand as I felt myself lose control.

And for a brief, blissful moment, there was nothing else in the world other than this.

The best fuck I’d had in recent memory.

His cock in my hand, pulsing out cum as I stroked him, inside and out. His utterly ragged voice in the air, broken all because of me.

My whole body tensed up and I kept fucking him like he was solely mine to take. Pleasure pooled in the base of my cock and I breathed deeply as I let go inside him, filling the condom like he’d begged for so badly.

“So good,” I whispered.

I’d never felt a shred of anger after fucking someone before, but leave it to Peachel to make it happen for me.

Because I wasmadabout how good that had been.

I let go of his cock, my hand still coated with his cum. I pulled out of his ass and slipped off the condom, discarding it in the basket nearby. I felt like I was walking on a cloud.

And he was still there, hands up on the wall.

Dutiful.

I turned him around at his waist, pulling his hands down off the wall. He spun around to face me, still catching his breath, his golden skin shining with sweat.

I brought the edge of my hand up to my tongue and licked off his cum, holding his gaze while I did it. I watched his brown eyes focus on my mouth, stupefied, like he couldn’t believe what he was watching.

And then he leaned forward, gently putting his lips to mine.

His tongue slid out immediately. He couldn’t help but ask for more of my kiss.

“Want to taste your own cum that bad?” I murmured against his lips after a moment.

“No. I just want your tongue.”

I kissed him again for that.

I slid my tongue along his, giving it a gentle suck.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Andrew Peachel, I thought as he kissed me even more deeply, and I didn’t want to push him away. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in a little closer, his pecs pressing up against my skin.