He lifted his head and started moving before I could even finish. He sat up on the bed and pushed my legs apart and then ran his big hand over the inside of my thigh, spreading me open. I held my breath, trying to hold myself together, to not fly apart, from everything happening in my body and in my head.

He bent down, flicking his tongue along my neck, and moving up until our mouths met for more messy, fevered kisses. Like nothing could be held back anymore.

He breathed against my ear, his hands still playing with my ass.

“You didn’t finish what you were saying, counselor. You want?”

I leaned my head back, trying to get some air. “I want your cock.”

He pulled back to a kneeling position and grabbed his dick. It was uncut and that pink head glistened. I lifted on an elbow, my mouth watering to taste him, but he shook his head.

“Stay right there, because I’m about to come just from the faces you keep making at my dick.”

He tipped his head toward the bedside table as I laughed at how annoyed he looked at my “making faces.”

“Grab the condoms and lube in there.”

I reached over and pulled them out as he alternated between stroking his cock and playing with my balls and hole. By the time I handed them to him I was panting again.

He rolled that Magnum on in record time and it was all I could do to not whimper, remembering what it was like to have him inside me. The way he’d grind his hips, relentlessly, until he was all the way in.

“You already rolling your eyes?” he asked, not even trying to mask the smugness in his voice as he bent over me to grab a pillow and kiss me in the process. He stuffed it under my hips and pushed our groins together.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“No, that’ll be you in like a minute.” I balked at that and the bastard just laughed. “Hold your leg up, baby.” He grunted and I instantly obliged, his sure hands already busy opening me up. His locs brushed my thighs as he bent his head, focused on getting me ready, while my heart raced, waiting for what was coming next.

Patrice was the very embodiment of control and restraint, but whenever we were together like this there was always a moment when something snapped and he turned into the dirtiest fucker in the entire world. And it revved me up like nothing else.

“What’s got you so serious?” I could hear the mischief in his voice, and I braced for it. His tone placid, as if he wasn’t two lubed fingers inside. “You thinking about the dicking you’re about to get? Hmmm?”