Page 114 of Wrangled

Oh Lord.“Yes.”

“Then get in the center of the bed.”

I shuffled backward, and he knelt between my thighs, gently pushing them apart. He stroked my dick, then bent over to take it in his mouth, and I groaned. I closed my eyes, only to open them a second later when a new burst of vibrations pulsed through my ass. My cock rested in his palm while he licked up and down the shaft.

“Can’t wait to have this inside me.” He held my dick upright, gave it another hard suck, then grinned. “Now it’s my turn.” He tossed the phone aside, lay on his back, his knees toward his shoulders, presenting his hole. “It’s all yours.”

I got onto my knees, my heart beating so goddamn fast. I reached out to rub a finger over his pucker, feeling the warm skin contract, then relax.

Toby propped his head up with a pillow. “You’re gonna lick my hole. Work it open with your tongue.”

I lay on my front, my hands on his ass, and teased his entrance with my tongue. He moaned. “Yeah, just like that.” I did it again, but this time I applied a little more pressure, and the muscle let the tip of my tongue in.

Toby shuddered. “Slide a finger in there. Tease my hole open.”

I did as I was told, my chest swelling with each new groan that fell from his lips.

“Another.”

His ass was tight around my fingers, clinging to them, but it wasn’t long before I found it easier to penetrate him.

“Want your tongue again.”

I slid my fingers free of him, and licked over his entrance. My tongue danced inside his hole, and it felt amazing.

“Get your face in there. Rub your beard over my hole.”

I did as instructed, loving the shudders that multiplied with each pass of my beard through his crack. He shivered. “Feels so good.” Toby glanced at his phone, then back to me. “I figure you don’t need any more distractions, not once you’re inside me.”

Dear Lord, I wanted that. “Should I take it out?”

“No—in case I change my mind.” A flash of a smile. “Ready?” He gazed at my dick. “Stupid question. You’re like a rock.”

We both were.

I shuffled forward, working my shaft. He grabbed the lube and handed it to me. I coated it liberally, then brought the head to kiss his hole, my heartbeat racing.

“Slow and steady, okay?” His eyes met mine. “You’ve got this.” He lowered one leg to rest against my shoulder, and I popped the head in, encountering little resistance as I slid all the way home.

“Is that okay?” I asked. Lord, he was so tight.

He grinned. “More than okay. You’re thick—my favorite kind of cock.”

I didn’t want to think about him writhing on someone else’s shaft. I started with slow thrusts, and he nodded, his lips parted, his breathing a little ragged. Soon I picked up the pace, my hips creating their own rhythm as I slapped against him. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sight of my shaft sliding in and out of his body, hard and glistening.

It was mesmerizing, but I needed more.

“Can we change position?”

“How do you want me?” Before I could respond, he flipped over onto his belly, his legs wide. I was back inside him in a heartbeat, returning to my previous speed and rhythm, my hips pumping, his asscheeks rippling with each impact.

“That’s it,” he gasped. “Grab my shoulders, get a good grip.”

I anchored myself and shifted into a higher gear, fucking him, slamming into him, my heart singing as I filled him again and again.

“Oh, perfect,” he moaned.

I propped myself up on my hands, my weight resting on them and the balls of my feet, and thrust into him. “Oh my God.” My pulse raced, sweat broke out, and I knew I was getting close.