Page 62 of Hands Like Ours


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“I know how desperate you are to be filled,” I tell him as I circle his rim with my fingertip. “But don’t worry. I’ll fill this greedy hole until you can’t take any more.”

As I push my finger inside him, the muffled cry around my cock tips me closer to the edge.

“So fucking good for me.”

My voice is damn near a growl, a warning before the animal that makes the sound is unleashed. I thrust into his mouth while fucking him with my finger, quickly adding a second. I get swept away in a sea of tight heat and smooth skin and smothered noises.

When the flames licking at my spine grow hotter and my balls start to feel too tight, I pull out of him from both ends. He whimpers at the loss.

Tugging on his hair to tip his head back, I lean down to brush my lips against his. “My good boy.” I swallow up his next moan with a searing kiss, driving my tongue inside his mouth to get a taste of me and him together. Pulling back, I smirk. “But I do believe I promised you a punishment as well. Turn around.”

His eyes widen by barely a degree with how heavy they are with lust, and his movements are a bit sluggish and clumsy as he moves to obey. The moment his ass is facing me, I take it in both hands and knead it roughly.

“What’s your color, sweetheart?”

“Green, Sir,” he says without hesitation. “So,sofucking green.”

A rush of heat races through me, making me hum. “You did the research I told you to do?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you get off while doing it?”

He shifts on the bed and says, “A few times.”

I grin proudly. “Good boy. But from now on, you’ll ask permission if you want to come. Do you understand?”

He groans. “Yes, Sir.”

Letting go of one of his cheeks, I pull my hand back before smacking his ass hard. He lets out a cry as he pitches forward. I don’t stop at one, alternating my strikes between cheeks.

I know we’ll have to talk more about all of this, so I’ll go a little easy on him.

This time.

“I can’t wait to use a crop on this ass.”

He moans and buries his face into the duvet.

“Do you like the sound of that?”

He nods.

I spank him once, harder than before.

Raising his head, he cries out, “Yes, Sir!”

“That’s better.”

I smack him a few more times with my bare hand until his ass is a beautiful shade of dark pink. I love seeing that color on his skin, but what I really want to do is edge him to oblivion.

I part his cheeks, and my cock jerks at the sight of his tight, pink hole. Too fucking impatient, I waste no time getting my first taste. Leaning down, I swipe my tongue through his crease and swirl it around his rim until he gasps.

“Oh, fuck! Sir!”

The way he grinds his ass back against my face spurs me on, and I drive my tongue into his ass. As I do, I reach beneath him to grab his cock. It’s hard and leaks in my hand. I continue fucking him with my tongue as I stroke him, twisting my palm around his head and using his precum to slick him with on the way back down.

“Please, Sir,” he sobs, and I can practically hear the tears gathering in his eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”