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“Don’t care. I wanna see you…I wanna watch you and see how good it feels to you when you fuck me.”

Lightheaded, I groaned and dipped down for a passionate kiss, my chest swelling with love. Pulling away to gulp air, I rose to my knees and climbed between his legs. His eyelids rounded, showing the whites of his eyes, and he trembled a bit. Sinking to my haunches, I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount on my fingertips before tucking them between his cheeks. Cursing, I held that hand out to the side, set the tube on his lower abdomen, and snatched my pillow.

“Up,” I snapped, getting frustrated already. I just wanted to be inside him, I wanted to at last make this man mine.

Whimpering and hissing, he dug his heels into the mattress and lifted his hips so I could tuck the pillow beneath, hoisting his pelvis for better access. Getting more lube, I coated the entire hole and then spread some over my cock.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered, both palms slapping to the padded headboard.

“Want me to stop?”

Snarling, his brows lowered. “I fucking dare you. Don’t make me punch you again.”

Snickering, I scooted closer and eased a middle finger into his ass. His nostrils flared and his chest puffed out. I pumped in and out, taking my time to stretch his muscles.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you gonna fuck me, or not?”

Yet again, his words had my insides in a somersault, and I was overwhelmed with the emotions. Gripping myself, I broke our stare, lined up, and then gazed at him again. “Just breathe, okay? Try to relax, if you can.”

He bit down on his bottom lip, the top curling. His thighs quivering, his toes were twitching in anticipation.

I pushed forward, carefully, deliberately. So apprehensive about what we were doing, however, his muscles clenched up and denied entry. I fisted his cock and firmly stroked, hoping a little pleasure would ease his tension.

“Unh.” Instinctively, his hips lifted into my palm and, by doing that, my tip actually penetrated his ass. Dash blanched, his jaw gaping wide. Hyperventilating, his eyes were bulging, his nails clawing at the fabric on the headboard. “Oh, shit.”

“Still got a little ways to go. If I go too fast, say so, and I’ll slow down.”

“Just…d-d-don’t…s-stop.”

My head rotating side to side, I refused to look away. “Oh, I ain’t stopping, Dash. I’m busting this ass open and coating your insides with my cum.”

His irises glazed and he coughed, his cock twitching in my hold. “Unh, fuck yeah, I want that. Oh, my god, I’ve been wanting this so fucking long.”

Every hair stood on end and I smirked, pushing a little deeper. He glistened with sweat, his stomach caving. Afraid of going too fast that his muscles might push me out, I went deeper, one centimeter at a time. Tight, scorching hot flesh spread for me, collapsing around my cock to fit snugly. It felt like forever, but eventually, my pelvis meshed against his and I was buried as deep as I could reach. Dash had neither moved a single muscle, blinked, nor taken a breath in nearly a full minute.

Pleasure rippled through my body and I moaned, twisting his head. My voice raspy, I said, “I’m inside you now, Dario. You know what that means?”

Frantically shaking his head, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

I bent over, releasing his cock to grip his throat. My lips against his, I whispered, “You’re mine.”

His eyes rolled all the way back, he emitted a feral groan, and bucked so hard, it yanked my dick to the side, nearly making me bust that goddamn quickly.

“Ah, fuck.” Sucking on my teeth, I shoved his hip down and held him against the mattress. “You’re hurting right now, so I’m gonna go easy on you. When you’re healed up, though, I’m gonna pound your pussy until you can’t do nothing but scream. And when you do, you better be screaming my name.”

“Oh, shit,” he panted, his palm slapping to my shoulder to dig his nails into my skin.

Aggression taking over my emotions, I gripped his throat tightly and glared down at him. “I am the first…and only man…” I seethed. “That will be inside you.”

The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile, his hand moving to cup my ass cheek.

“You took this dick rather easily, Dario. You sure you ain’t never done nothing back here?”

His eyelids thinned with anger. “Fuck you.”

A brow arching, a trace of fear trickled into my stomach. “Why you so goddamn defensive? You begged for this dick. You want this nut. Afraid someone’s gonna find out you’re a fag?”

He gulped beneath my palm.