I gazed at the firm globes of his ass, just waiting for my dick. I pushed my thumb between his lips. “Suck on it. Make like it’s my cock.”
He moaned around it, and as his cheeks hollowed, I slid a couple of fingers into his hole.
Fuck. He’s so tight, so warm.
My baby had the finest ass.
I sought the little bump inside his hole, and I knew the instant I found it. Mason’s groan rent the air. I grinned again. “So I guess wolves have prostates too.” I stroked it, nudged it, and paid it so much attention that soon Mase was writhing, his body dancing on my fingers.
I needed to plow that beautiful ass.
“Glove me up.”
Mason’s fingers trembled as he rolled the latex over my hard as fuck cock.
“Now resume the position, ass high. Arch that back for me.”
He leaned forward, arms braced, and I admired the line of his back, his narrow waist that swelled into a firm ass. I parted his cheeks with the head of my dick, applied gentle pressure, and groaned as I slid into tight heat.
Mason bowed his head, a moan tumbling from his lips.
I wasn’t about to take things slow.
I grabbed his hips and filled his ass, my body slapping against his as I drove my dick all the way home, again and again, accompanied by Mason’s low noises of pleasure.
Then I stopped. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Mason’s breathing hitched, and he impaled himself on my shaft, picking up the pace, ass cheeks jiggling as our bodies collided. I let him do all the work, until I was ready to take things a step further.
“Turn around, your back to the wall.”
Mason did as instructed, his skin pink, his face glowing.
I closed the gap between us. “Put your arms around my neck.”
He blinked once more but did as he was told.
I hoisted him into my arms, pushed him against the wall with my own body, and held him there. I grabbed my slick shaft and guided it to his hole.
With one long push I was inside him.
I supported Mason’s ass and he hooked his legs around me as I fucked him standing up, hips tilting as I drove into that glorious tight body. Mason clung to me, his eyes closed, a constant stream of noise escaping his lips, his back bumping the wall as I fucked him. His cock leaked pre-cum, and that was enough to bring me to another decision.
“Mason.”
He stared at me, lips parted. “Yes, Kip?”
I gave him a sweet smile. “Don’t come. That’s an order.”
His eyes were like dinner plates, but he didn’t argue.
I kissed him, claiming his lips with fervor, and Mason moaned into my mouth. I held him against the wall, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks as I fucked him, his hands on my neck, his chest and face flushed.
When I got too close, I carried him over to the fat leather armchair with the wide back and sides, and laid him on it, his ass hanging over the edge. I drove my cock into him, his legs still around my waist, one hand on his chest, feeling his heart thump beneath my fingers.
“Look at you, all open for me,” I growled. I pulled all the way out of him, then slid back into his hole. I did it again, and again, filling him to the hilt, his cries bouncing off the walls. Mason stared at me, eyes wide, mouth open, clutching the arm of the chair, his body shaking.
I scooped him into my arms and kissed him before flipping him onto his stomach and driving my dick betweenthose downy cheeks. I held him down, my hand on his neck, and fucked him, slamming into him, thesmackof my body meeting his so loud in the living room.
