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“I’m… umm… like… totally… exposed here, Hunt.”
“Give me permission, boy. You know you want the entire experience, so just give in and go with your desires.”
“You promise you won’t…?” I stuttered.
Hunter’s hand came to the back of my neck, halting my question. At first, a feeling of absolute alarm overcame me when he gripped my neck. Until he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“I will not hurt you, Ben,” he stated. “Why would I fuck up the first of hopefullymanyrepeat performances? So just say yes. Please?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes.”
Hunt pushed on the back of my head, forcing me forward and face down on the bed. I didn’t have access to my arms that were handcuffed behind my back, so I wondered how I’d manage the descent. He wrapped his other hand around my chest and assisted me until I was face down, my feet apart as I bent over, my ass squarely in the air and his target zone.
He stepped backward. “There it is,” he moaned, running a finger between my ass cheeks. “Fucking perfection,” he growled.
He slapped my ass, but not too hard. I wondered how this man seemed to know all my deepest sexual desires. How did he read a mind he barely knew with such effortless ability? I was about to do further analysis when I felt two hands on my cheeks. I tensed from his touch, inhaling quickly.
“Holy shit!” he snarled. “I’m gonna love this.”
Hunter slid his tongue over my asshole, darting and licking around the sensitive skin. I was exposed, handcuffed, under his complete control—and I loved it. This wasn’t his first tour of ass duty. That was a fact.
Each of his hands gripped a cheek and moved them further apart, exposing my hole. I held my breath in anticipation, only relaxing when the warmth of his mouth invaded my asshole again. This time he pushed against my hole and shoved histongue as deep as he could, lapping at my hole while my cock dripped.
“Oh, God!” I moaned, sinking forward as he applied pressure, finally collapsing onto the bed.
He persisted, holding my cheeks apart and tongue fucking me with the true desire of a professional anal linguist. He could ask me to jump from The Empire State Building if he kept this up. Cuff my ankles. Zap me with a taser. Whatever he wanted, I would do it. I was completely lost in his skill set.
“Fuck me hard, sheriff!”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: Hunter
Seeing Ben flat on his stomach, hands cuffed behind his back, was nearly more than I could stand. It would take zero effort for me to remain standing and simply nut without being touched.
“You sure you can handle my cock, boy?” I barked. “Once I get inside that pretty hole, I won’t be going easy on you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” he whimpered.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes!” he declared.
I turned and went back to the living room where I’d drooped the lube and a condom earlier. When I came back to the bedroom, Ben had managed to squirm up to his knees again and was completely exposed.
“You’re naughty, boy,” I hissed, slapping his bare ass. “Showing me your boy pussy like this? What am I to think?”
“You should know what to think,” he challenged. “Unless you’re not up to it,Officer.”
“Ooohhhh?” I seethed. “Mouthy too?” I licked my middle finger and shoved it in his asshole. “This what you want?”
Ben turned his head to face me, staring back across his exposed ass at my swollen dick. “Fingers bore me.”
I stuck three fingers in my mouth, glaring at him to keep yapping. He grinned like a madman in an asylum who loved pissing off the male orderly. I moved three fingers to his hole and wriggled them all the way in. He flinched, but his grin remained.
“That’s how you play, huh?” I muttered, reaching for the condom.
I tore the edge of the foil with my teeth and spat the piece out of my mouth. I knew he’d like the move. Ben was easy to read when it came to the type of male behavior he preferred. Perhaps his high-brow behavior in public was a shield from who he really was.
“Tick-tock, big guy,” he teased.
