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“Let’s see what we’re working with here, Stas,” he said, voice dropping to a savage growl. “Is this all you’ve fucking got? This pathetic little thing?” Through my boxers, he flicked my cock with so much force I gasped in pain-laced pleasure. “I’ve not been this size since before I hit puberty.”

I should have broken his jaw for that, should have kicked him off me, but his words sent lightning through my veins. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, my entire body trembling. Women would lie to me, whispering sweet nothings, but Yuriy’s vicious honesty made me throb. The condescension dripping from his tone triggered a rush of blood to my cock, which stiffened noticeably against the material.

“Oh, look who’s trying its best to man up.” He ripped my boxers clean off, the fabric tearing with a sound that made my cock jump. He seized my balls in a grip so tight tears sprang to my eyes. “These, though, these are fucking perfect. They’ll look goddamn beautiful bouncing while I split you open.”

I bit through my lip, trying not to moan, not to show how much I enjoyed his humiliation as Yuriy forced my thighs apart so roughly I felt the strain in my groin. His eyes never left mine as he wrapped his fingers around my cock, squeezing until it bordered on agony.

“Look at this worthless excuse for a cock, Stas. It’s fucking disgusting. Pathetic.” He stroked me with brutal precision, thumb digging into my slit. “But look how beautiful it is when it’s desperate for me. You’re dripping like a whore in heat. You fucking love this, don’t you? The way I play with your clit and make a bitch out of you.”

Fuck, he was right.

I’d never been so fucking hard before. His eyes gave him away. Behind that cruel sneer, his pupils were blown wide and dark as bullet holes, tracking every twitch of my body like a predator memorizing its prey. His nostrils flared with each ragged breath, and a fine tremor ran through the hand that gripped me.

He was starving for me, and that hunger made my skin feel like it was being licked by invisible flames.

15

YURIY

Stanislav Zhukovsky getting off on being humiliated was the biggest fucking discovery I could have made. He became so wet my hand was coated with his precum as I slicked my palm down his shaft. There wasn’t much to him, but the little that was there made me want to play with him for hours like a toy made just for me.

Erect, he couldn’t be more than three inches, if that. As someone who walked around, proud of my package, I was stunned that a man with his shortfall oozed so much confidence.

Strangely, it was the turn-on I didn’t know I needed.

A man whose confidence didn’t rest in the size of his dick.

“Yuriy,” he moaned my name, punching his hips up into my thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you?” His eyes were bogged down with desire, his hands gripping the sheet at his sides. “Me calling your dick a clit. Prettiest little clit I’ve ever seen, and I’ve fucked my share of women.”

Stas grabbed my wrist. “Don’t.”

Did I go too far? Didn’t he like the comparison?

“Don’t think about women you’ve fucked when you’re with me.”

My lips stretched in a smile, and I nodded. “Deal, but know this, Stas. Since we rode together from the airport, no one else but you has been on my mind. I’ve wanted to seat you on my dick since I tasted your blood.”

Fuck. Was it only yesterday? It felt like a lifetime since I’d been chasing him to give in to me. But it was worth it seeing Stas spread out naked for me.

“What’s stopping you?” he rasped.

“I’m not done playing with you yet.” I tugged hard on his dick, then released it. “Have some patience. It’d be a shame for this pathetic thing not to get its release tonight. Maybe I’ll fuck you, and when you’re all loose and leaking my cum, I’ll walk away and leave you frustrated.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“All right, then. Imma go down on you and see if your sorry excuse of a cock is as tasty as it looks.”

I swallowed him down in one go. His size made it quite easy. His hips rose off the bed, and I pressed them back down, using my tongue to sweep up and down his cock as I pulled back. Before he could pop out, I sank back down, sliding my tongue down to lick the seam of his balls.

“Fuck.” Stas wheezed, the sounds coming from him broken and breathless. “Yuriy—oh fuck.”

When he tilted his hips, I lost it. He might not say it, but his body knew what it wanted and wasn’t afraid to beg for it. I held him there, pulsing beneath me, as I continued to experiment with the taste of him. The sounds he was making, high in his throat, told me how much Stas was enjoying the attention I was giving him.

He shook, quivered, trembled as he took what I was dishing out. Planting my lips on his inner thigh, I lavished him with kisses, leaving trails of warm wetness.

“Enjoying my mouth on you, Stas?” I blew a cool stream of air against his flesh. He grunted his acknowledgment, and my heart hammered like a wild drum in exhilaration. The satisfaction from his reactions was intoxicating.