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I sat up and removed my fingers, grabbing the lube and adding more to my palm, then to his hole, then to my cock. He opened his eyes and watched me. Something akin to fear moved through them, and I stopped where I was and held, not pushing.

“Still with me?” I asked. “We go as slow as you want. Or not at all. Say the word.”

“Slow,” he breathed. “Just, slow. Don’t stop. Just, slow.”

“Slow,” I agreed and leaned down and kissed him. “I’ve got you.”

He nodded against my mouth and smiled. I felt the fear drain out of him.

The moment my head pressed against his hole, his back arched.

“I’m not even in yet.”

“I think my world’s about to change.”

I chuckled. “Easy, babe. Just relax. Push out for me.”

When he did, I pressed my head firmly against his opening.

“Now let go.”

He did, and I slipped inside, just the head, maybe a little more.

“Oh, for the love of fucking hell in a handbasket!”

I couldn’t stop the laugh. He squeezed my cock so hard I thought he might cut it off.

“The love of what?”

He wasn’t laughing. He was panting, catching his breath, desperately trying to relax with my cock barely inside him.

“Just do it already. I think the waiting is worse than—”

I slide in halfway.

“OH, HOLY HELL! I LIED. THE WAITING WAS GOOD! LET’S WAIT. WAITING IS FANTASTIC!”

I ignored him and slid the rest of the way.

“Fucking fuckety fuckery! You might have the biggest cock on the planet, and, damn, it hurts so fucking good! Please tell me that’s all of it. I don’t think I can take more.”

I grinned down and didn’t move, giving him a moment to breathe and adjust. Mine wasn’t the biggest cock on the planet, but it could compete. He wasn’t wrong about that.

When his breathing steadied, I slid out, slowly, until only my head remained inside him.

He sucked in a breath.

I pushed in again, slowly.

He arched his back, but this time, he didn’t curse.

I slid out, then back in.

His eyes rolled back. He clutched the pillows. His muscles tensed in a way that made me want to oil them up and rub all over them.

“Faster, Dante. I need you faster, harder, deeper. Fuck me, I need all of you, Dante,” he begged.

And I loved a good beg.