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I do exactly as I’m told, my face in the bedspread just how I like it. My ass is on full display for him, spread wide open. I poke the bear, asking, “Like this?”

Shamelessly waving my ass back and forth, I'm not paying any attention at all. The only thing I hear is a clap, and my ass cheek is on fire. Moaning out, I say, “Again.” He smacks the other one just as hard, if not harder, and another one of my groans follows behind it. My dick is growing impossibly hard while it’s swinging freely between my legs. My legs being spread as far as they are, have the tip of my cock and piercing rubbing the bed; that little touch, plus the fire on my ass, is enough to drive me wild.

Nash smacks my ass four more times, two on each cheek, then I feel him behind me, massaging the sting away. “Fuck, Nash, I’m leaking, please come on.”

“Your beggingneeds work,Bebé.”

I grit out, “You don’t need to go slow with me.” I need the pain, just like riding my bike or going stupid fast in super cars; it’s one of the only ways I feel alive anymore.

Nash is running his hands up my back, and I feel him, leaning his chest onto my back. I’m pushing and rubbing my ass all over his rock-hard length, but it doesn’t distract him enough. With a brush of his lips to my ear, he’s completely covering me with his solid body. His weight feels so good on top of me.

He whispers in my ear, “I might not know what I’m doing, Z, but I refuse to hurt you.” I just stay there with the side of my face still on the bed; he slides back up, kneeling behind me on the bed, pulling my ass cheeks apart to get a good view.

He asks, “Can I?” And before the words are fully out of my mouth, he has his mouth on my ass, devouring it as if it might be his last meal.

1. Figure You Out - VOILÀ

Chapter 36

Nash

Iwas supposed to be putting the prostate massager in Z, but after laying my eyes on this pretty hole of his, I had to have a taste. I’ve eaten ass before; there just wasn’t a dick and balls attached to it. Maybe I’m not as inexperienced as I think I’m going to be.

I wrap my hand around his swinging dick that’s right below my chin with one hand and wrap my other around his balls. It’s oddly satisfying having my hands around another man’s cock, getting to do what I know I like when it comes to pleasure, all while still feasting on his juicy ass. I hear him groan, but it’s not loud enough. I need to know he’s enjoying this. He has his face buried in the bed, hiding those pretty noises of pleasure. I pull away, barking out, “Get your face out of the blankets. I want this whole goddamn floor to hear you.” I grab his ass cheek between my teeth, biting down and suckingon his reddened skin. That earns me a yelp, making my lips pull into a smile.

I run a flat tongue over his hole, then start fucking him with it.

“Nash, please. I was supposed to be showing you—” He stops mid-sentence to moan but continues, “How good this feels.”

1 I question him, “The whore begs to suck cock?” He lets out a whimper, so I keep going. “What if I wanted to use this pretty hole of yours and fuck you like the slut you are?” I pause a beat to get a feel for how he’s feeling. “You’re so goddamn desperate. Look at you fucking my fist.”

“Pl-please, Nash, let me suck your cock.”

“Let me get your massager in first.” I uncap the lube and squirt it directly onto his ass. I take my two fingers, circling the taut muscle, and slowly insert one.

He grits out, “More. Nash, please. I want your fat cock in my mouth. Hurr—” A sharp slap to his ass cuts him off. I run my hand over his ass, being sure to brush where it’s reddened.

“I refuse to hurt you in that way, Z. Now let me work you open.” I work up to two fingers, scissoring them apart to stretch him even further. I get the toy, lube it up, and start to work it into him. It’s definitelybigger than my fingers and the massager, but I doubt I’ll be fucking him tonight…

I praise him some more, “You’re stretching so beautifully,Bebé.” He’s groaning, whimpering, and panting. I have his cock in my hand again, pumping up and down.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he pants out.

“I’m no stranger to anal play, Zamir, just not with guys.” I have a feeling I’m going to like it more with guys. There’s so much more pleasure for your male partner to get from it.

I get the massager in place, press the button to start the vibration, then give him one more smack on the ass. Earning another groan from him.

He’s on his knees on the bed, so I climb up in front of him, smashing our bodies together. I can’t keep my hands off of him. Especially while appreciating all the tattoos littering his chestnut skin, the nipple rings that I want to bite at all times, and his glorious body that he pushes to the extreme daily. I don’t miss the scars that line that same skin from what I’m sure was a living hell growing up in a mafia family.

He runs his hand up my chest and neck right to my mouth. I open up without him having to ask. He sticks two fingers in my mouth, and I give them a suck. He lets out a feral groan, and he starts to push me back with his fingers in my mouth. I fall to the bed, letting go of them with a pop. “Are you ready,Djale I Bukur?”

We’re eye to eye, lips almost touching, with his full body weight on top of me, and I murmur, “I want you to stretch me.” He slams his lips to mine, and I unashamedly let out a whimper. His body on top of mine feels so right.

He pulls away, and I start to pout until I see him getting the training plugs out and ready. “We’re not doing all of these today,Djale I Bukur.” I just nod my head because I have no clue what to expect, but I also want him inside of me more than I ever thought I would. They look pretty big to me, but my eyes stroll over to Zamir’s cock, and they’re nowhere near the size of him, so I keep my mouth shut.

I’ve heard about the pleasure that comes along with the prostate being stimulated, and I’m tired of not getting in on the action.

He’s standing beside the bed and pats the edge closest to him, and I scoot to him. He commands, “Knees to your chest for me.” I do as I’m told realizing that switching from being in charge to taking orders has been easier than I was thinking it was going to be. “Look at you spread out for me.” He has the lube opened and is dripping it onto my ass. “Could you imagine Ellie spread out while I’m fucking her, you’re fucking me, and Marcelo has her mouth? All three of her slutty holes filled.” I let out a low hum; she would lookso goddamn good…

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