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He grins and kisses me again. His mouth still tastes likeListerine.

He fidgets with my belt, and before I know it, he’s unfastenedmy slacks.

No. We can’t do this. Not again.

But the thrill that I got from that first time when we fucked inthe supply closet is too much for me to ignore, and I’d be lying if I said thatI didn’t want to fuck him right now.

He pulls down my pants and grips my hips, urging me to turn mybody. I spin around, offering up my ass to him. I glance over my shoulder as hereaches into his back pocket and retrieves a condom and packet of lube.

I eye him suspiciously. “Were you planning this?” I ask.

“I didn’t trust that I could really make it through the daywithout getting inside you.”

He sets the lube and condom on my desk. I remove my shirt andset it on the floor beside me. He strips down and piles his clothes beside myshirt. I return to my position, my jeans at my ankles as I place my hands onthe bookshelf. He pushes up against me, his stiff cock sliding vertically intomy crack as he pushes it against me.

I arch my back and press my ass against his pelvis. He wraps hisarms around me and caresses up and down my torso. He kneads my flesh as hekisses along the back of my neck.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says. “I just want to be insideyou. Filling you. Making you happy. Making you beg for more.”

“Don’t leave me hanging like this. Just do it. Own this ass.It’s yours.”

He doesn’t waste his time. He leaves me for a moment as heprepares his cock with the condom and lube and then before I know it, I feelthat sweet pressure pushing within me. I spread my legs farther apart to invitehim in.

He’s hard. Real fucking hard. I thought I would have been openedup already from all the times he’s fucked me, but I must be a little tensetoday because it’s a challenge as he makes his way steadily deeper, until hiscock is pushed back inside me, filling me, tapping that spot that sends aripple of ecstasy racing through me.

“Damn,” I say. My nerves feel as though they’re swimming in asea of pleasure. He strokes his hand up and down my side as he starts his work,pulling out and pushing back in. He wraps an arm around my throat and pullsback slightly. He does this sometimes. Like he wants to show me just how muchhe owns me. I love it. Love the way he makes me feel like I’m all his when hefucks me.

“This ass, this body…they’re mine,” he says.

Not just those, but me too. I’m totally his in this moment.

He licks the side of my face like he wants to disrespect my bodyjust for the sake of letting me know he’s free to do as he wishes with it. Hepushes me against the bookshelf so that my face presses up against one of thewooden shelves as he fills me with his girth. My cheeks spark with heat as heslams into my prostate. The intensity of the sensation forces me to cursethrough gritted teeth.

He starts to slide it out. “No, no, no,” I say, pushing my asseven further back, trying to keep him in, but he pulls out anyway.

I’ve been abandoned, my body aching with dissatisfaction.Longing for his cock.

I turn around to him, and he leans down, wraps an arm around mylegs and then the other around my back before scooping me up off the floor.He’s gotten more adventurous about throwing me around now that he knows I’m notconcerned about my prosthesis.

“You’re a strong little fella,” I say.

He smirks as he carries me to the desk and lays me across it. Helifts my legs, unlaces my shoes, and throws them aside before removing my socksand jeans and throwing them all aside.

Take me, Jay. Fuck me good.

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Jay

I raise his legs and push into him. He throws his head back andcurses. The veins in his neck tense as he restrains his moans so someoneoutside won’t catch what we’re doing.

But knowing that anyone could hear us just excites me even more.

After I find my rhythm, I lean down and kiss him. He accepts itlike he’s desperate for my mouth. His kiss is frenzied, his beard soft againstmy face.

I imagine a time with him when this condom won’t be necessary.When I can breed him. Because I feel like that’s where we’re heading.

I hope it is, at least. The thought makes me even harder. Islide my hand up and down his torso.