Page 43 of Strong Side

“I want to worship every inch of you, Baby.” Clay pulls his lips between his teeth before he continues, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for way too long, and it’s going to take every ounce of my willpower not to sink into you before you’re ready.” His feral behavior sends a shot of ecstasy straight to my cock.

He runs his hands up and down my thighs one more time before pushing me further backward, putting my ass up in the air for the perfect view from his end. Goosebumps line my skin from his eyes, looking at my most intimate area. I hear the click of the lube cap and feel the cold gel as it drops onto my skin. He’s running two fingers around my hole, seemingly mesmerized. My body immediately relaxes and I sink further into the bed.

“Please,Garotão.I want to feel your fingers stretch me for that pierced cock of yours.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and he questions, “The whore wants to be stretched?”

I’m smiling and nodding while looking into those deep brown eyes that seem to have gotten impossibly darker since we walked into this room. “You’re going to useyour words for me, Baby. I need to know what you like, and at any point, if it gets to be too much, tell me to stop.”

“Yes, Sir.” His eyes flare with hunger as he breaches my hole with the first lubed finger, and the neediest whimper escapes me. “More,Garotão. I need more. I’ll be your good boy.”

We lock eyes again, and he asks, “Are you sure you can be my good boy, Baby? You love being a brat ninety-nine percent of the time.” He’s rubbing that spot inside of me that has my eyes crossing in pleasure, but I still manage a response.

“I think you enjoy me being a br—” I hear the smack before the sting on my ass cheek registers, and at the same time he’s finally adding the second finger, causing my back to bow off the bed. He lands one more smack on my ass in the same spot. The tender skin stings as I wait for the pain to turn into pleasure, and it finally does when his calloused hand, from years of weight-lifting and playing in the sand, runs over the tender flesh.

Dominant and firm, yet so so gentle.

A groan rumbles out of Clay, and he mutters, “Look at this hole stretching so nicely for me.”

He’s climbing on top of me with those fingers buried deep, rubbing along that spot that never fails to have my toes curling.

The lights from outside catch on the two dainty silver chains around his neck that are hanging over me. Never did I think that what would have my dick pulsing between me and another man would be his chains dangling over my face while he was finger fucking my ass…but here I am.

1. Who Do You Love? - YG, Drake

28

Not Even A Little

Clayton

Reaching up, Rocky threads one finger through my two silver chains and twists them around it, pulling my face down until his lips brush against mine. I flex my two fingers, still buried deep inside of him, and his mouth opens on a deep groan.

“That’s it, Baby. Let me hear you.” I move my fingers back and forth until he’s practically shaking beneath me, so close to the edge I’m desperate to push him over.

But not yet.

1??“Clayton…”

“Hmmmm,” I moan in appreciation as my dick drags along the mattress between his legs. “There it is.”

His green eyes meet mine. “There what is?”

“My name. The way you say my name. It doesn’t matter if you’re pissed off, annoyed, or ready to come beneath me. Every time you say my name, it turns me on.”

Leaning forward, I bite the side of his neck as I apply pressure to his prostate. “Clayton,” he groans again.

“Yeah, Baby. Just like that.” I can feel the pre-cum that’s pooling on his stomach rub against my skin, so just as his entire body tightens, I slide my fingers from his ass, and the whimper that falls from his mouth has me nearly blowing on the spot. I bite and nip my way down his torso, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction at watching the purple marks bloom as I go, until my mouth reaches the pre-cum pooled at his naval.

With the head of his dick brushing against the bottom of my chin, I look up at him, his pupils blown with lust and his breath heaving in anticipation, and stick my tongue out. The moment it touches his stomach he fists the sheets at his side. I take my time licking up the cum, careful not to miss a single drop, savoring the way it tastes on my tongue.

“Clay…please…”

“I want to come. Please make me come.”

I run my tongue down the length of his shaft and he sucks in a deep breath. “You want to come for me?”

“Fuck yes.”

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