Page 75 of Wrangled

“It’s been a while, I know, so I’m going to take things nice and easy.”

Noooo, I wanted to scream. Fuck nice and easy. I wanted my ass reamed—afterhe’d loosened it with his goddamn tongue.

He squeezed lube onto his fingers, then slid them over my pucker.

Rimming was out, apparently.God hates me, that’s what it is.

My breathing quickened as he circled my hole, but then so did his, and I realized he wanted this as much as I did. He pushed, and I welcomed the intrusion, moaning as he entered me up to the knuckle.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

I glared at him. “Then do something about it.”

Toby arched his eyebrows. “Temper. You have to be good if you want your oats, remember?” He didn’t break eye contact as he slid his finger in and out of my ass, keeping the same, steady pace. When he added another, I felt the burn and did my best to relax. The slow and steady rhythm was driving me insane, and a couple of times I came close to breaking point.

Then he leaned over me, his fingers wedged in my hole, and I shuddered into his kiss. “I think you’re ready for my cock,” he whispered against my lips.

“I was ready this morning,” I quipped.

He withdrew completely, then reached for a foil packet. I watched, entranced, as he unfurled the latex over his rigid shaft. He applied more lube, propelling his dick through slick fingers. And when he pressed the hot head of his cock to my hole, I resisted the urge to impale myself on it.

DearLord, that first unhurried slide into me took my breath away.

He was true to his word. He took it slow, moving in and out of me at a leisurely pace, his hands gripping my thighs. The rolling motion of his hips was almost hypnotic, and I wanted to move with him, to urge him to go deeper, harder… He picked up a little speed, and my heart leaped—until he slowed down once more. Then he did it again, each time bringing me close to where I needed to be, only to back off at the last minute.

I was a hot mess, but I was also confused as fuck. Toby’s breathing was erratic, his skin flushed… I don’t know what sign he was waiting for from me, maybe a neon one on my forehead that said FUCK ME, but I sure was sensing something.

It felt a lot like frustration bound up with a whole lot of longing.

I was done.

“No, please,” I begged. “I’m not gonna break, okay?”

Toby

I stilled. “Something wrong?” Oh my God, the effort it took not to move inside him.

“No. I mean, yes. I mean… it feels good, okay? Just…”

“Just what?”Come on, Robert, tell me what you want.I’d deliberately kept things vanilla, but I was starting to regret that decision.

He looked me in the eye. “Are youtryingto bust my balls?”

What?

“Because it feels like you’re teasing me.”

“You don’twantme to tease your hole?”

He rolled his eyes. “Hell no.”

“Then tell me what you do want.”

He swallowed. “I want you… I want you to… fuck me.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean—”

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