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“Just fucking put it in me already,” he rasped. I chuckled at his impatience.

I stilled and gently pushed forward, hearing his breath hitch in response. I waited until my crown breached him, giving him time to adjust. It amazed me how he could take my size. I didn’t think I could ever take my girth.

“Keep going,” he said through gritted teeth. I knew he wanted it, but I also didn’t want to hurt him.

Slowly pushing my hips forward, I passed the second ring of muscle and stopped. “Breathe, baby,” I said, knowing he’d been holding his breath. He nodded, and I heard him exhale heavily. “Good boy,” I praised, pushing all the way in. The feeling was intense. He was so tight, but I knew when I started to move, he’d loosen up.

I pulled back so only my cockhead was inside, and pushed in deeply again. He pushed back against my thrusts. Like a piston firing, I picked up speed. Our bodies were damp with sweat, his from concentration, and mine from exertion.

“Stroke yourself,” I commanded. He didn’t hesitate, taking a hand to his cock. He pumped it in tandem to my quick thrusting, and I felt his hole tighten. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“I-I’m coming…fuck!” he howled, as he usually did during an intense orgasm. Panting, he asked, “Are you close?”

“I’m right there,” I grunted, wanting to drive in deep to spray his insides.

With a strained attempt, he said, “Pull out…I wanna feel it hit my back.”

If one of us was fucking the other, we always shot our loads inside. His request threw me, but as I felt the tingle down my spine, I pumped faster to get me closer. He’d gripped my cock with his hole when he came, and he still held it tight. I pulled out just in time to see ropes of my cum shoot across his back and over the few bills that still clung to his skin.

“Fuck…that feels so hot,” he said, still catching his breath.

When the white sparks in my vision cleared, I lay over his back, feeling the sticky release on skin and paper. I chuckled, knowing he had no idea some of the money had stuck to his back.

“What’s funny?” he asked, lying flat on the mattress and taking my weight with him. I was too spent to move.

After a few deep breaths to bring my senses back, I kissed the back of his neck and braced my arms across his shoulders. “When you flipped over, money stuck to your backside. I hope you realize when you asked me to shoot on your back, I splattered the money with my cum. I’m afraid when I get off you, you’ll look like a wallpapered art piece.”

Craig laughed. “Okay, that’s even hotter,” he replied, and I joined his laughter.

I rolled to the side and found a twenty-dollar bill stuck to my chest along with the slick residue from my release. Craig looked over and laughed again.

Looking at my torso and Craig’s back, I realized I’d just given some U.S. presidents unintentional facials. I hoped it wasn’t considered defacing currency.

14

CRAIG

Looking at Jonesy’s chest, I could only imagine what my back looked like. “Hey, before I get up, I need you to take a picture of what you did to me for posterity,” I said after my laughter subsided.

“Really?” he questioned with wide eyes.

“Yeah. My phone should be in my pants pocket.”

Before Jonesy got up, he peeled the twenty-dollar bill off his chest and slapped it above my ass. I started laughing again, curious what the mess plastered on my back looked like.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he walked into the living room. He returned in a few seconds, holding his cellphone. “If you think you’re the only one who wants a photo, you’re sorely mistaken, and this will remain on my phone forever.”

I heard a few clicks before he handed me his phone. “Oh, God…what a mess. I feel sorry for the cash.”

He snickered as he headed toward the bathroom. “At least the cash is washable,” he replied, his voice echoing from the shower as he turned it on.

I swiped through the images, and I had to admit he took a couple of good ones. They even looked somewhat arty, with just the top part of my glute cleavage visible. I thought they looked kinda sexy.

“I’m gonna need your help with this sticky mess,” I called out, putting his phone down.

“Then get that sexy butt in here,” he replied over the cascade of water.

I carefully pushed myself up and quickly walked to the shower. Jonesy was standing under the rain showerhead when I stepped onto the tile. “Turn around so I can take your winnings off you, Mr. Moneybags,” he said with another chuckle. I felt his fingers peel the bills from me, and when he was done, he said all we needed to do was let them dry out, and they’d be good as new.