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My tongue found its way back to his cock. I swirled around, stimulated him with the intention to drive him to the brink of insanity. He fisted the bedsheet, clutching it like a lifeline, and arched his back, pushing himself toward me, seeking my mouth once again.

I took hold of his balls, weighing the heaviness of them in my hand. Squeezing them, I sucked him harder, and he cried out. I wandered lower, using the saliva dripping down his taint to push against the bundle of nerves that kept him tight. His sharp intake of breath was music to my ears. I drew back to look at his flushed face, his eyes shut, lips parted as little pants of breath escaped.

Fingers slick with his precum, I pushed just a tip into him, the tight ring of muscle giving way to the invasion. His head thrashed on the pillow, a spill of words tumbling from his lips that I couldn’t decipher.

“Fuck, Stas.” I removed my finger, grabbed his ass, and squeezed. “So fucking tight.”

I grabbed the lube and leaned over him to kiss him again. Stas moaned into my mouth, his hand on my ass, kneading and pulling me into him.

“So needy,” I whispered against his lips. “Turn over.”

I helped him roll over onto his belly and kneeled between his spread thighs. “Fucking gorgeous.”

The muscles in his broad back were well defined, reminding me that he could overpower me if he wanted. I trailed a finger along his spine and hissed when I reached my destination. Round flesh filled and spilled out of my hands as I squeezed and spread him open, baring that tight hole to my eyes.

“Stas.”

“Yes?” His voice was hoarse.

“Tell me again how no one else has ever fucked you before.”

“Yuriy.”

I bent to bite his ass hard, and he yelped. “Tell me.”

He groaned. “No one has ever fucked me before.”

I gave him an identical bite on his other cheek just because. “Now tell me you want me to eat your pussy just like last night.”

“I…”

“Say it, Stas, or I swear on my life I’ll walk away and fuck my fist in the bathroom.”

“Jesus, why must you push to humiliate me? Isn’t it enough that I’m here?”

I released him and backed away. Stas lashed his arm out and grabbed my wrist, his neck twisted so he could look at me over his shoulders. His face was red.

“Fine! I want you to eat my pussy like you did last night.” He dropped my hand, gripped his cheeks, and spread them for me. “I want to feel your tongue ring inside me.”

With a growl, I pounced, sinking my tongue inside Stas’s tight heat. Moaning, he shoved up onto his knees, pumping back against my mouth as I worked him open. My fingers returned to his balls, massaging the heavy sac, rolling his testicles between my fingers.

“The way you’re writhing… So fucking good,” I murmured, pulling back for breath.

My hands found his hips, bringing him back into position. Lashing his hole with my tongue, I slipped a lubed fingertip inside him. Fuck. It was going to feel so good fucking his tight ass. I twisted my finger deeper, and a shiver ran through him as he dug his hands into the sheets and let out a moan.

“Yuriy…please.” A string of Russian curses escaped him as I crooked my finger inside him. The sight of him, so unguarded, so needy, was driving me to the brink of insanity.

“I can’t deny you this, Stas. You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

With a predatory growl, I drove my tongue deeper, savoring his tightness, his taste. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked as I feasted on him. He rocked back against my tongue, his moans louder each time the barbell there scraped across his skin. His submission filled me with a sense of pride and possession I never knew I craved.

“Yuriy, don’t stop.”

He opened up to me, bucked back into each movement of my tongue.

Shit, I wanted this. I wanted to claim him, mark him as mine. I wanted him writhing beneath me, screaming my name.

I wanted Stanislav Zhukovsky to be mine.