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“Anything for you, baby.”

I stood breathless as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, whimpering a little as he shoved it off his shoulders. Drake Hemmings was a god among men chiseled from the hardest stone. An instrument composed to bring the greatest pleasure. My mouth watered as he made short work of his button and zipper.

“G-Good God,” I whispered as he shoved his jeans down those thick thighs. He’d gone commando.

“You’re drooling, baby.”

I rubbed a hand over my aching cock, and his hard length twitched beneath my gaze. “Can you blame me?” I was breathless with need. “I mean, look at you.”

Drake kicked off his shoes and rid himself of his jeans. He took himself in hand, one slow stroke up to the head causing a bead of pre-cum to well at his slit.

“Fuck,” I whispered, starved and staring.

“You gonna get naked with me?”

“Shit.” I tore my focus from him and yanked my shirt off overhead with shaking hands.

Drake chuckled as I tripped while trying to free myself from my pants that got caught around my ankles. “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

I exhaled slowly, reining in my haste. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to shoot my load all over the floor before I even got my hands on Drake. Squeezing the base of my aching cock, I nodded toward the bed.

“On the bed,” I rasped. “Face down.”

Drake raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.

“God, that ass.” I climbed onto the bed behind him, straddled his thighs, and grabbed hold of two handfuls of asscheeks. He flexed, and I chuckled. “Shit, there’s nothing to jiggle back here.” I kneaded once he relaxed again, smiling as he laughed.

I spread his cheeks, and he quieted instantly. “You wax,” I said, surprised by the sight of his hairless, pink hole.

“Like to keep things tidy,” he explained while shifting his arms up to slide his hands beneath my pillow.

I’d noted his trimmed pubes, which I appreciated, but hadn’t expected this. “Can I taste you?” I whispered, my pulse thrumming and cock bucking at the thought of rimming a man for the first time.

“Preston, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me. My body is yours, baby.”

Best. Declaration. Ever.

Jitters erupted in my stomach, making me shaky.

I leaned down and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the scent of soap and Drake’s natural musk. My mouth watered. “Smell so good.”

Drake groaned and lifted his hips, offering himself for the taking.

I nosed up through his crack, swiping my tongue over his pucker.

“Jesus.” Drake cursed a few more times as I licked and probed. “Put it in me, baby.”

My abs contracted in a rush of lust, and I pushed against his hole. He bore down, and my tongue slid into tight heat.

“Ah, fuck, yeah.”

I grasped his cheeks, keeping him open so I could reach deeper. “Fuck,” I breathed when I backed away, his hole winking at me. “So fucking hot.” I grazed my thumb over the puckered flesh, but rather than fingering him, I hauled off and slapped his relaxed ass cheek.

“Fuck!” He jolted.

Snickering, I rubbed up over his globes with both of my hands. “Guess there is a little jiggle in these babies.”

Drake huffed a laugh, and I ran my hands up alongside his spine, shifting forward so my hard length rested against his crack. “Mmm,” he groaned in approval, swiveling his hips to tease my dick.

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