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I went back to roasting his ass. He cursed and gritted his teeth. I angled my hand so the blows were sharper and louder. Faster and meaner. I worked up and down, falling into a rhythm that made the rounded, mouthwatering muscle bounce. So fucking sexy to watch. My hand stung. The leather pouch swayed between his legs.

I stopped spanking him and cupped him roughly through the pouch. “You going to come in these leather panties?”

He whimpered and thrust against my hand, his rigid dick stretching the leather away from his body.

“No, you’re not,” I answered for him. I traced my fingers along one of the straps under his cheek. I lifted it and let it snap sharply. “You’ll keep these panties clean until I’m filling up your hungry little hole.”

“Fuck,” he gasped against the sheets, rocking and spreading wider. He lifted his ass and whimpered. “You have to fuck me. Please, baby, I need it so badly. Fuck my ass, Varick.”

I smacked him hard. “Beg me.”

“Please! Please, I’m beg—”

“Not with your mouth.”

He released a low, needy groan. He squeezed his asshole tight, giving me a lewd wink.

I wound the strap at his waist around my fist and jerked his hips higher. I sucked the index finger of my other hand into my mouth, then released it with a pop. I pushed it all the way inside his ass.

“Gods, Varick!” He shuddered and clenched hard, bearing down. He moved as much as he could, wriggling and fucking himself on my finger.

I let him go like that for a minute before I pulled out. Now he gaped a bit, and I had to take a few deep breaths to wrestle back my control. “Beg me. Show me how much you want it.”

With a desperate cry, he squeezed his hole again…and again, grasping at air. The crinkled, pink opening glistened with my saliva. His ass cheeks gleamed red. Candlelight danced over his skin, which was sheened with a fine layer of sweat.

I sucked my finger and pushed back inside. Getting him wetter. Loose and messy. We were both breathing heavily.

He squeezed hard around my finger and whimpered, a high-pitched mix of entreaty and desperation. I pulled my finger out, and he released a frustrated sob. He thrust his ass higher and begged with his hole, clenching and winking, his balls and dick trapped in the swaying pouch.

I squeezed one cherry-red cheek, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t fucking move.” I left him there, head down and ass up, as I rose and stripped. Nude, I lay on my back with my head and shoulders propped on the mound of pillows. He stayed in position at the foot of the bed, his face turned away and his back rising and falling with his rapid breaths. It was a big bed, but I was big too. My legs were long enough to reach him. I ran my foot up his inner thigh and prodded the pouch. Dug my toes into the strap between his legs and let it snap against his taint.

He jerked. “Varick…” My name came out as a groan. The pouch swung gently.

“Get up here.”

The order was barely past my lips and he was straddling me, his thighs spread wide over my hips. He was a wicked dream come true with that leather strap around his waist and his balls and dick straining against the pouch.

I cupped him through the leather. He was hot and heavy against my hand. “Mmmm, I like you all wrapped up for me.” I slipped a finger under the leather and stroked his sack. “Swollen. You hurting?”

He nodded, his bottom lip caught between his teeth like he was too wound up to speak. He sat atop my dick, which lay flat against my stomach. The length lodged between his cheeks, and he rocked on it, undulating his hips in a slow, sizzling wave. “I want to ride you,” he said hoarsely, his eyes two silver slits. “I want your dick buried so deep inside me. Want you to stretch me out and then fill me all the way up. Make me drip for days. When I look at you from across the room, you’ll know I’m still feeling your cock. Leaking your come. I’ll be wet all the time, baby. Ready for you.”

Fuck, the things he said. His mouth was as filthy as the rest of him. Every time I dipped into dirty talk, he inevitably came back at me with something nastier, like it was a contest. But it was one I was willing to lose, since I made out pretty nicely either way.

I ran my fingers back to his asshole. “You want me to make you feel good?” I teased his rim, then slipped underneath the strap and stroked the velvety skin between his balls and his hole.

“I do.” He pinched my nipples lightly, sending little sparks of lust dancing over my chest. “And only you can do it.”

It didn’t seem possible, but my cock got even harder. I reached around him with both hands and squeezed his ass, making him hiss as I kneaded the flesh I’d just punished. I dug my fingers into the muscle and spread him open. “Whose hole is this?”

“Yours, baby,” he breathed. “It’s all yours.” His muscles rippled as he worked his hips back and forth over my dick.

“I want the rest of you too.” I pulled the pouch aside. His cock popped free, the head purple and swollen and covered in precome. I gathered some on my finger and lifted it to his mouth.

He closed his lips around my finger and sucked in slow, heavy pulls, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of sensual promise. When he’d cleaned himself off my finger, he slid the bar in his tongue along my skin. All the while, he dragged his ass over my shaft, his hips rolling in a sexy grind. His cock stuck straight out, his slit dripping onto my stomach.

Heat blistered through me as I reached behind me and pulled a bottle of oil from underneath the pillows. I slicked my fingers quickly and slipped my hand under his balls so I could get him ready.

“Not too much,” he said. “Open me with your dick.”

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