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“Any time after today.” He turns me to face the table. “You won’t be able to do much after I’m done with you.”

My heart pistons like it’s trying to go somewhere, and my dick leaks.

He steps in behind me, pressing his front to my back. Heat pours off him. One by one, he unfastens the buttons of my shirt and strips it off my torso. He loops the excess around my arms and then shoves me forward.

The frigid stone damn near burns my skin. I hiss but manage to silence the string of curses on the tip of my tongue.

My sensitivity to this touch makes me remember in a blast of clarity who I’m being manhandled by and what this means.

I jerk my head around and look at Arlo. He’s slipping a small container of lube from his pocket. Several drops sprinkle my ass and slide between my cheeks. He takes his time massaging my low back, ass, and thighs.

“Don’t look so shocked.” He slides a finger down my crack. “This was inevitable.”

He breaches my tight hole with a fingertip, and I groan.

I’d hoped and dreamed this would happen, never really believing it would.

“I despise your doubt in me.” His covered chest leans into my back. “Even though I put it there,” he adds, stoking my back with his mouth, peppering me with kisses.

His weight is crushing. It feels like I’m caught between heaven and hell. Hot and cold. Alone and together.

“By the time we’re finished, you’ll believe me.” My ass hums as he adds another finger and begins stretching me.

My whimper forms a puff of smoke.

“You’ll know you’re mine.” He adds another finger and nuzzles my face. “You’ll know there’s only one other person I’ll ever share you with.” His hand reaches around and strokes my dick with his slick hand. “And when you fuck me with this monster cock of yours, you’ll know that I am yours.”

The sound that leaves me is animalistic.

“You’ll know there’s only one other person you’ll share me with.” His fingers begin to stroke in and out, reaching deep, and toying with that pleasure spot in my ass.

I lick my lips and pant. A dog in heat.

“You’ll be happy to share me with her, as happy as I am to share her with you.” He presses hard and strokes fast. “As happy as we’ll be to share together.”

Familiar pressure gathers in my spine. It travels speed-of-light style to my balls, and…

And…

“Fuck!” I rock my hips, seeking that perfect ending I was promised, to find nothing but my dick swinging back and forth and my ass trying its damnedest to eat Arlo’s hand whole.

“Something wrong?” Arlo kisses my earlobe and then grabs my dick.

He holds me tight and strokes me good. Long and hard.

“Arlo.” I nod, trying to convey my pleasure without words.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me, stretching me wide, filling me up.” His words rumble over my ear.

“Yes, yes, Arlo!” I’m leaning over the railing of my orgasm, ready to swan dive.

But nothing happens.

Tears prick my eyes. I buck and jerk, fucking his hand for all I’m worth. Still, I’m left irritated and wanting. Before long, I’m sobbing and begging, caught in this loop of ecstasy and edging.

“You know how this stops.” He releases my dick and straightens. His hand clamps onto my nape and his fingers ram in and out of my body.

“Arlo.” I sniff.

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