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TRUETT
Shock registersin Rami’s eyes as he watches me fuck and stretch myself on my fingers. His mouth drops open when I straddle him, then slide down his big, beautiful cock.
My dick bobs between us as I roll my hips, fucking myself on him like he’s my own personal sex toy. Leaning forward, I slide my hand over his neck again, using the other to tease his nipples as I clench around his hardness. Rami arches into my palm, and I tighten my fingers around his neck…just a little.
Within minutes, he’s spun up so tight he’s chanting. “Please let me come. Please let me come. Please let me come, or I’m gonnadie.”
I do love being an absolute bastard with this man’s orgasms. Even as I’m dripping with need, reveling in the fullness of him inside me, I give him one last squeeze and pull away from his beautiful cock.
He growls, laid out on the bed like a fucking sundial. “I am going to fucking kill?—”
I flip him onto his belly, cutting off his complaint. Grabbing the oil, I stripe his ass with it, then knead it into the soft flesh, starting with his hips and working my way inward. Hewhimpers as my fingers breach the fold, oiling the sensitive passage while avoiding the one place he desperately wants me to go.
He widens his legs, pushing his ass out so that I can see his perfect, pink hole. “True. I beg of you.”
A pleased sound emanates from my low belly, and I finally circle the bunched, nerve-filled skin with my fingertip. He lets out a groan of relief and pushes against my finger, greedy for more.
“Please.”
I slip a finger inside him, just the tip, and he looks about ready to cry from relief.
“More.”
I remove the finger, and he goes quiet.
Don’t beg, don’t beg, don’t beg,he chants to himself.
“Mm, good boy.”
This time, I use two oiled fingers to stretch him, delving deep, teasing the bundle of nerves that has no doubt been crying out, begging to be touched. I add a third finger to the party, and the way his pretty hole stretches around them makes me want to pledge my body to him for all eternity.
Slow down, Speedracer.
Only…I don’t wanna slow down.
By the time I add a fourth finger to the bunched and oiled digits, he’s about out of his fucking mind.
“I need… I need…”
He loses his words, banging his fist on the soft bedding. I withdraw my fingers.
Before he can complain, I say, “Time to take me, sweetheart. Spread your cheeks.”
Oh, thank God, he mutters, seemingly unsure if he’s angry or just horny as fuck.
He gets his knees under him and spreads his cheeks like a good boy. After taking a moment to admire his perfect, hairy hole, I push inside him, bit by torturous bit. With the side of hisface smashed against the mattress, he lets out a low guttural noise as I breach him, insistent, not stopping until I’m fully seated.
“How do I keep forgetting the girth?” he whines, shifting his hips, seeking relief, but I stop him with a firm grip.
“Tsk, tsk. Have you forgotten who’s running the show?” I pull him upright, tight against my chest like before. “Stay still, baby boy. Relax. Let me in.”
“How’m I supposed to relax with the entire state of Florida buried in my ass?”
I chuckle, and he sends a mean look over his shoulder, which only makes me laugh harder.
“I can feel you laughing,” he complains, even as he melts against me.
