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Charlie smirks, popping the cap open. “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

He squirts a generous dollop into his palm and tosses the bottle onto the floor. A low groan rumbles in my throat as I watch him smear the slick lubricant over his cock. His large hand glides sensually up and down, coating every inch until it glistens in the moonlight filtering through the window.

Charlie’s eyes glaze over at the exquisite sensation of cool lube meeting hot, pulsing flesh.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my cock throbbing almost painfully between my spread legs.

Hearing my voice, he snaps out of his self-pleasure and shifts his attention to me. He trails his slick digits along my perineum before circling my fluttering rim. I gasp and push back against the teasing pressure. I’m desperate to be stretched and claimed by this gorgeous farm boy.

With a wicked grin, Charlie slowly slides one long finger inside me. I moan wantonly and reflexively clench.

“So greedy,” he coos, working me open with patience and skill. He adds a second finger, then a third, until I’m writhing and mewling in his king-size bed.

“Charlie, please,” I pant, hooking my ankles around his trim waist. “Want to feel that big, fat cock splitting me open.”

He growls, slipping his fingers out of my ass and lining himself up. The broad, blunt head nudges insistently, seeking permission to enter. I nod, and that’s all it takes for Charlie to spear me.

I shriek, hands slapping the headboard, as my body accommodates his generous girth.

“Fuck, you feel incredible, H,” he says through gritted teeth. “So goddamn warm. And tight. Fuck.”

I plant my feet on his firm ass cheeks, my toenails creating permanent indentations in the flesh, as I push him deeper inside me. When he bottoms out, a deep moan rips from both our throats.

His hips stutter as he fights to maintain control. “Fuck, H. How…how do you want it? Fast or slow?”

“Fast,” I pant, my hole clenching around his cock. “Fuck me, Chuck. Use me like your personal sex toy.”

A wicked grin spreads across Charlie’s handsome face. “Your wish is my command.”

With that, he pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in. I cry out, seeing stars behind my eyelids as he sets a punishing pace. The obscene slap of his balls against my ass is the most wondrous sound. A staccato rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

Charlie’s eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation of my tight heat gripping him like a vice and the erotic symphony of our bodies meeting over and over. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.

I rake my nails down his back, spurring him on. He shifts the angle of his hips, and suddenly, he’s hitting that magic spot deep inside me with every powerful thrust. Pleasure coils tightly in my core, building and building until I’m teetering on the edge.

My feet slip from their perch on his ass, unable to maintain their grip amid the vigorous rutting. Charlie pauses for a moment, his chest heaving, then with a devilish smirk, he grabs my legs and spreads them wider, opening me up completely.

“Fuck!” I shout, forgetting that we need to be quiet, as the new position allows him to plunge into previously untouched depths. “Split me open, Chuck. Get that cock so deep in me that it won’t ever come out.”

“Holy shit, H. That mouth, shit.” His eyes widen as he hammers into me with renewed fervor. The bed creaks and groans beneath us. The headboard slams into the wall, causing the picture frames above to become crooked. “Yeah, you like that? You like my big cock splitting you open?”

“Fuck, yes!” I scream. “I fucking love it. You’re ruining me for anyone else, Chuck. Your cock is the only one I want stretching my tight little hole.”

Charlie’s eyes cross, his rhythm faltering as my words push him closer to the edge. “Keep talking like that, and I’m not gonna last,” he warns.

I clench around him purposely, and he curses. “Don’t you dare come yet, McManus. I want to feel this for days.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chants, pounding into me relentlessly now. The head of his cock drags over my prostate with every stroke, igniting sparks all over my body.

“Please, Charlie. Touch me,” I whine. “Make me come all over myself like the filthy slut I am.”

With a half-gasp, half-groan, he wraps his hand around my aching shaft and pumps me in tandem with his quickening thrusts. “Come for me, baby,” he commands, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock. “Paint yourself with it. I want to see you make a mess.”

A violent shudder rips through me as my orgasm hits with the force of a freight train. My legs lock up, toes curling and thighs trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.

“Fuuuck, Charlie!” I howl, my release spurting up to my neck in thick, pearly ropes as my hole clenches rhythmically around Charlie’s cock, increasing the pleasure of being stuffed.

Charlie’s eyes go wide as saucers as his orgasm ambushes him without warning. His hips stutter and then snap forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt inside me. “Oh God, oh fuck, Harrison! What are you doing to me?” he whines as his whole body jerks and twitches like he’s being electrocuted.

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