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“Oh, I definitely forgive you,” I replied with a snicker.

He drew back and undid my already loose tie with precision. His nimble fingers gently pulled the silk from around my neck, dramatically dropping it to the floor. Without his gaze leaving mine, he unbuttoned my dress shirt. I diverted my gaze downward and watched as he went from one button to the next until he pulled the shirttails from my pants.

Craig ran his hands up my torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making my nipples harden. He continued up over my pecs, finally slipping the shirt from my shoulders., which I let drop behind me. He brought his mouth to my left nipple, sucking, then nibbling, before sucking again and taking it between his teeth with a forceful nip.

“Oh, fuck, Howler. Do that again,” I growled with a hiss.

He did, making my breath hitch. His left hand pinched the hardened right nipple, which forced me to push my hips forward; my cock straining.

“Mmmhmm,” he rumbled, his mouth covering my left nipple, circling his tongue around it, and giving it another bite before letting go.

Gripping the back of his head, I toed off my shoes and kicked them aside as he sank to his knees. He unbuckled my belt, and as sure as he was, his fingers trembled. I figured it was impatience to get me naked. My hands combed through his hair, and I felt his hands go to the top button of my pants. The unmistakable sound of my zipper being lowered soon followed, easing the pressure in my slacks, letting my length fill my briefs.

“Beautiful,” he said, rubbing his face against my bulge. I knew the smell of my musk was an aphrodisiac for him. My cock leaked, and if he didn’t release it from the confines of my briefs soon, they would be soaked with pre-cum. Craig opened his mouth to suck on the black cotton fabric as I pushed my hips harder into his face. He let out another groan of pleasure, my hands tightening in his hair.

Bringing both his hands up to my hips, he pulled my slacks and underwear down past my knees so I could step out of them. With my cock bobbing alongside his face, he slowly removed my socks, leaving me completely naked in his entryway. He was still half-dressed, and I wondered why.

He grabbed the base of my hard nine inches with one hand and cupped my tightening nut sack with the other. Although his hands were warm, the sensation on my heated balls made me shiver at the temperature difference. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting his mouth and tongue explore what he craved.

With my cock free, and his mouth surrounding the crown, all I wanted was to give him my load, but he squeezed the base, staving off my release as if he knew I was close.

He pulled back from my hard dick with a sucking noise. “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice hoarse from having taken most of my cock into his throat.

I did as I was told, unsure of his intentions, until he spread my cheeks and blew a forceful breath at my hole. Again, I shivered at the coolness. With no hesitation, he buried his face between my ass cheeks, his tongue diving into my pucker.

“Holy fucking hell. Jesus!” I exclaimed, the side of my face pressed hard against his front door. His roaming tongue probed my hole until I needed more than just his tongue. His stubble grazed the insides of my cheeks, creating opposing sensations. My brain had trouble deciding which I liked better: his tongue or his beard.

With a loud crack, I felt the slap and sting of his hand against my right butt cheek, making me jump. But it was a shock, and a feeling I liked. “Do that again!” I cried, and he slapped my left cheek. His face was still buried deep in my ass, his tongue working furiously.

“Again!” I yelled. After each slap, he caressed the stinging flesh to soothe it. We’d never gotten into spanking play, and I wasn’t sure who was enjoying it more. It really didn’t matter.

Craig grabbed my hips after about the eighth or tenth slap—I’d lost count. He spun me back around, and my upper back landed against the door. He slicked up a finger with spit before engulfing my cock, taking it in as far as he could. His hands gripped my now tender glutes, and I felt him tap his slicked finger at my hole, making me spread my legs. In a controlled push, his slicked digit found its target, making my knees go weak.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep this up, Howler. I’m right on the edge,” I panted.

“Let’s take it to the bedroom,” he replied, standing and taking my hand.

When we got to his bedroom, he shucked his pants, underwear, and socks, pulled the duvet off the bed and tossed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand onto the mattress. “On the bed and on your back, mister,” he commanded, his hard cock ready for action.

I didn’t need coaxing and scooted up to the headboard, putting my head on the pillows. My knees were bent, awaiting what he planned to do to me. On his knees, he maneuvered between my legs, lifting my hips high. With my ass exposed, he dove his face into it again, feasting on my primed hole. I heard the click of the lube bottle and the slicking sound of him covering his cock with its contents.

“Stroke yourself, babe. This ain’t gonna take long,” he said, raising his head to look at me. He ran his tongue from my taint to the head of my cock in one fluid motion, then positioned himself so his cock lined up with my entrance. I wanted him inside me so badly I knew I could take him with no further prep.

He pushed forward, and I bore down, allowing him to slip all the way in until his hips met my ass. I felt his balls against my tailbone. “Hold it there, Howler. Let me get used to you,” I grunted. His pulse was strong, deep inside me, and I stroked myself, taking deep, relaxing breaths.

“You feel so good…so tight and willing,” he growled.

“Fuck me. I need you to move. Fuck me hard,” I cried, pumping my cock with my fist. Craig moved his hips, running the head of his cock against my prostate with each thrust. Slow at first, then picking up speed.

Pleasure coursed through me, and within a few seconds, I felt warm ropes of cum cover my hand and stomach. I looked up at him; his teeth were gritted, sweat dripped from his forehead, which added to the cum pools on my chest and stomach.

I knew my hole tightened around his dick when my orgasm hit, and that’s all it took before his final, deep thrust coated my insides. I felt his release pulse in my ass as his eyes rolled back. He did his usual howl when he came hard, and I always loved his raw, guttural cry.

He collapsed on top of me after pulling out, both of us breathing heavily, finally spent. He laid his head just under my chin, and I lazily stroked strands of his blonde hair, my fingers feeling useless. Our breathing fell into sync with each heartbeat. My cum trapped between us helped bond our sweaty bodies in a sticky mess, but both of us enjoyed the feeling.

We remained like that for several minutes until we both fell asleep.

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