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I rub my hands up her back. “You let me.” It’s not like she can deny it.

I’m seated so deep inside that I never want to pull out, but when she says, “Roll onto your stomach.” I do exactly as she says. She pulls off and I glance down at my cum all over the two of us. It continues to drip out of her as I bite down on my lip at the sight. This is gonna be good.

I pull the duvet down so we’re just on the sheet, and roll onto my stomach while she straddles over the back of my thighs. Jesus. My dick is already hard again.

I love her being in control just as much as I like taking control of her. The power shift just works with us. I’ll be her little bitch if it means we both feel pleasure.

I want her hands everywhere. “You know what I find ironic?” she drawls.

I turn my head to look back at her.“What’s that, beautiful?”

“You got mad at me for men lookin’ at me, and that harlot behind the bar asked what you were doing later while I was clearly with you.”

I wiggle my ass. “She liked what she saw.” I see it coming, and I deserve it. She smacks my ass and I groan in pleasure. “More, baby,” I laugh.

“Get up onto your hands and knees.”

I lick my lips as she climbs off me, parting my legs. “Like this, Mama?”

She spanks me again and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “So needy for me, aren’t you, Asher? I bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”

“Fuck yeah, harder, baby.”

She spanks me again and I reach to tug on my dick. I’m still coated in both our juices. She keeps at it, spanking one cheek then the other, not even stopping to soothe my skin like I did her. I don’t care. I love it. The noise ricochets off the walls and my need to fuck is primal and I’m horny as hell. I can barely contain myself at what this woman is doing to me. If she touches my asshole, I swear I’m gonna die…

I feel her hand between my legs as she cups my balls, tugging on them as she swipes her fingers backward. Her fingertips brush against my hole and I want it badly. I want her to touch me there. I’ve never been shy with women about what I like, but most kinda look at you weird when you say, ‘play with my asshole.’ I mean, it’s an erogenous zone for a reason.

“It’s alright,” I tell her. I look over my shoulder at her. “I’m up for anything.”

Her eyes flick from my ass to my eyes. “You want me to…”

“I want you to do what you want. Nothin’ is off limits, Estelle. Not with you.”

“I’ve never… uh, touched a man’s…”

“Do you want to?”

“Would you like me to?”

Fuck, yes. “I wouldn’t be offerin’ my ass on a platter if I didn’t want you to.”

“Oh.” She bites her lip, her palm running over one cheek. “You do have a nice ass.” She gives it an encouraging squeeze.

“Rub our juices over my hole, play with it.”

Her lips part like a goddamn goddess and I have to close my eyes so I don’t shoot my load just at her shocked reaction. I’m still stroking my dick, but I’m not moving fast, just gripping it while she decides if she’s going to do what I want. Will she have the guts? If anyone does, it’s my girl.

I watch with anticipation as she reaches between her legs and then smears our joint cum on a finger, then swipes it over my tight ring of muscle. Oh, yeah.

“Has anyone, uh, done this before?” she breathes.

“One time,” I grit. “I’ve always wondered why more hetero guys don’t like it. I think they’re just scared because it’s ass, ya know?”

“Have you ever been pegged?”

I grin. Oh, this is getting interesting. “Not with a strap on. A couple of fingers.”

“Who was it?”

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