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“Why did you do that?” I asked, surprised by the action.

“I’ve always wanted to roll around naked in a pile of cash, and I need you to fuck me while I do,” he answered with a giggle.

“Howler…there’s like a dozen bills there. Hardly a pile,” I replied, arm outstretched, thinking my boyfriend’s win had gone to his head.

“Are you going to deny me the fantasy?”

“Fuck, no. If you wanna roll around naked on your winnings, then I’ll fuck you senseless on top of the green stuff,” I retorted, pushing him down on the bed. “Wait right there.”

I rummaged through my bag to find the small bottle of lube I’d packed. “You know how much I like hotel sex. Maybe adding money to the mix might become another fetish?” I said, jiggling the bottle and tossing it on the bed.

“You’ve always gotten off on hotel sex. I think every time we’ve traveled together; you feel the need to christen the room with spunk upon arrival. I’m surprised we didn’t do this before we met Chet earlier.”

“I guess my head was more into the case than my horniness,” I snickered, toeing off my shoes and finishing getting undressed. Craig followed my lead, and in a few seconds, we were naked, our hard cocks knowing what was about to take place.

Craig scooted up the bed to lie on his winnings. “I have a sneaky suspicion these bills will stick to my sweaty body.”

“No doubt,” I replied, kneeling over him, our cocks lightly brushing before lowering myself to meet his naked form.

“Do you know how lucky I am?” he asked, running his hands up and down my back.

“For what you did at the roulette table?”

“That might be a small part of it, but mainly it’s because of how lucky I am to have you and how you let me be quirky from time to time.”

I gazed into his blue eyes before taking his mouth again. His hands found the tight fade of my hair as he brushed it back and forth.

“I’m the lucky one,” I replied softly.

He whimpered as I ground my dick against his, my pre-cum slicking our shafts. His arms wrapped around me tightly, as if I were his lifeline. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, finding the rhythm of our frotting. “I want you inside me, babe.”

“We’ll get there,” I said. “Here, flip over for me and get on all fours. I need a snack.” He did as he was told, and true to his statement about money sticking to him, he looked like a human ATM, which made my cock jump. I scooted back and brought both hands up to spread his muscular cheeks. His pink pucker was exposed, making my dick leak even more.

“Jesus, you’ve got the prettiest hole,” I complimented, running a thumb over its surface. He moaned and dropped onto his elbows, giving me a better angle.

Wetting my thumb with spit, I circled his hole, making it easier to slide my thumb inside. His eagerness made him press back, but I wasn’t trying to thumb-fuck him. I only wanted to tease, coaxing him to relax and slowly open up.

“Oh, fuck…that feels so good, but I really need you to get inside me,” he begged, head buried in a pillow.

“In due time, Howler,” I growled, making him whimper again.

I loved nothing better than eating ass, and Craig’s was a main course. I didn’t dive in slowly, but thrust my face between his cheeks, driving my tongue into his waiting entrance.

“Oh, God,” he cried into the pillow, which only egged me on.

I sucked, licked, and tongue-fucked him until he squirmed. My cheeks and chin were coated in saliva, and I shook my face into his ass. I pulled back, and spat to make it wetter, then dove in again. His moans increased as I ran my stubbled chin over his hole. I knew the change in texture from slick tongue to a sandpaper-like chin was a turn-on for him. I reached between his legs and found his rock-hard cock, dripping a copious amount of pre-cum.

I pulled his dick down between his legs as much as its rigidity would allow me to. I dropped my face down to lick a stripe from the tip of his cock to his anxiously awaiting hole, kissing it with a sucking sound.

With a quick flip onto my back, I situated myself under his cock. I heard the crinkle of paper, knowing it was the money that hadn’t stuck to his back. I wet my middle finger and found his hole as I took his cock deep into my mouth, bringing my other hand up and spreading his ass open.

“Ahhh…fucking hell!” he cried out, arching his back as I found his prostate with my finger and swallowed him to the back of my throat. He face-fucked me in time with the feathering of my finger against his nerve bundle.

I released his cock and drew out from under him. Finding my position behind him again, I grabbed the bottle of lube I’d thrown on the bed and poured a generous amount into my palm. I hissed at the sensitivity of my now straining cock as I slicked my cock up. With one lubed hand, I took two fingers to his hole and scissored them inside.

“Oh my God…fuck, fuck,” he bellowed, dropping his head back onto the pillow. After inserting a third, and eventually a fourth, I knew he was open enough for me.

“You ready for this, baby?” I teased as I swiped the head of my cock up and down against his eager hole.