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“I’d like it more if there was more fucking going on.”

He leaned forward to put his hands on my shoulders, eyes meeting mine. “Okay, but remember…”

“I know. No coming.”

He flexed his thighs, rising and falling on my dick, working me with a tight ass. Occasionally, he tightened his inner muscles, milking me even more. I clutched at the sheets, needing an anchor, and tried to survive the ride.

Kit plucked my nipples, sending sparks arcing to my balls, and more pleas started falling from my lips. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“I can’t quite get there,” he muttered, breathing labored.

I didn’t ask for permission. My body had demands, and it was taking over. I grabbed his hips and rolled him beneath me. My dick slipped out of him.

“Hey—” he started.

I plunged in, deep and hard.

He choked on his words, breaking into a long, needy moan. That was better. I started fucking him hard and fast. No way I was going to hold off coming much longer, but I was determined to take him with me.

“Fuck, Joey, god⁠—”

I reached between us, fisting his cock. I thrust into him, stroking his dick, the plug sending flares of heat through my ass as I flexed.

“So close,” he murmured, eyes fluttering.

“Please, Kit,” I begged, even as I pounded him into the mattress. “Please.”

His eyes opened, pale blue irises blazing up at me. “Yes,” he gasped. “I’m gonna⁠—”

His cock pulsed in my hand, then sprayed over his pale stomach.

I lost it immediately, shattering into the most intense orgasm of my life. All that teasing and taunting had ratcheted up my tension, the plug stuffing my ass adding to the intensity.

I broke apart, crying out and collapsing on Kit, body jerking erratically.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him. “You were so good for me, Joey.”

I shuddered with an aftershock, my cock twitching inside the condom.

I was still inside Kit, but I was softening, so I reached down to hold the condom in place and withdrew. I rose to my knees and removed it, tying it shut and tossing it at my bedside wastebasket.

Kit lay splayed out beneath me, more relaxed than I’d seen him…ever, maybe. He smiled up at me. “See? The wait was worth it.”

The orgasm had been incredible. I couldn’t deny it. Letting Kit toy with me had been its own flavor of pleasure, too. Knowing that I was pleasing him, that he was enjoying me…it spoke to something deep inside me that yearned for his approval.

I started to sit back on my feet—and the plug nailed my prostate. I yelped, rising up. I’d forgotten about the toy for a second.

Kit laughed. “Turn around, and I’ll take it out for you.”

I could do it myself. And no doubt, Kit would take the opportunity to torment me again.

I turned anyway, straddling his body on hands and knees.

“I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you with this plug,” he said, an evil tone to his voice.

“No, Kit⁠—”

He tugged it out a fraction, then shoved it in. I gasped. “Hmm. I don’t think I’ve totally satisfied you yet.”