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Another groan dripped off my lips as I licked and sucked his hole, working him open with my tongue as spit slid down my chin. It was wet and messy and so fucking perfect, Rupert’s beautiful moans and gasps making me even more determined to spoil him. To spend hours giving him whatever he wanted. To say please as often as he demanded. Anything to get to see him like this.

I reached for the lube, squirting some onto my fingers as I lifted my mouth away and looked up at him.

“Can I finger you please, baby? Open you up so you can ride me?”

“Y-Yes! Fuck, yes. I need your cock,” Rupert said, nodding his head as his thighs trembled, his cock twitching with need.

Slowly, I pressed one finger into him, groaning as the tight heat enveloped me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Going to fucking kill me, sweetheart.”

He let out a breathless chuckle. “You’re going to do the same to me. Mmm, ah, that feels so good!”

I began to fuck him with my finger, pumping it in and out, curling it up so the pad rubbed over his prostate. I knew when I’d found it because Rupert cried out, his hole clenching around me. Fuck, if he did that around my cock, I’d be toast. Done for. Knocked out in two seconds flat.

It would be awesome.

I took my time working him open, pressing kisses to the inside of his thighs and along his taint as I stretched him. He looked so beautiful like this, spread out in front of me with my fingers deep in his hole, moans and gasps filling the air between us as his cock throbbed, dripping precum onto his stomach.

“Milo, please… I, fuck, I… I want to ride you,” Rupert said with a groan, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze down at me with naked hunger.

“But I’m having fun,” I said with a smirk.

Rupert, somehow, managed to raise an eyebrow at me. Clearly, I wasn’t doing a good enough job of taking him apart if he could still do that. “Are you saying you won’t have fun if I fuck you?”

“No…?”

“Do you think it will be less fun?”

“No!”

“Then let me ride your fucking cock.”

“Hmm, I think you’re the one missing a word this time.” I knew I was pushing my luck, but I couldn’t help it. Rupert was far too much fun to tease.

“Let me ride your fucking cock, dickhead?” There was a grumpy edge to his voice that was so fucking adorable I almost couldn’t bear it.

I shook my head, curling my fingers over his prostate for emphasis as I said, “No, try again.”

“Please,” Rupert said, a deep groan ripping from his throat as he tipped his head back. “Please let me ride your cock.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” I said as I gently pulled my fingers out of him and reached for the condom, carefully ripping the foil open and rolling it onto my cock. I stretched out beside him, putting my hand out for him, and immediately found myself with a lap full of Rupert sans glasses. He’d thrown them onto the mattress beside us, probably so he didn’t have to keep straightening them when he rode me.

There was a feral desperation in his eyes as he straddled me, grasping my cock with one hand and sinking down onto me in a single smooth move. My eyes went wide and my hands grabbed wildly for his thighs, gripping them hard as the tight heat of his arse enveloped me. “Holy shit, sweetheart,” I said breathlessly. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah? So do you. Fuck, I’m so full.” He moaned happily, his hands resting on my chest as he gave a tentative roll of his hips. He looked so perfect like this—comfortable and at ease, radiating a quiet, controlling power. Like a king on his throne.

And I was totally at his mercy.

Rupert barely gave me a moment to breathe before he began to ride me, his body undulating as he took everything from me. All I could do was hang on for dear life.

I vaguely remembered all those cowboy jokes, but fuck me, no cowboy had anything on Rupert. He rode me like it was his God-given right. It was fucking mesmerising. I could barely tear my eyes away from the way his stomach and chest looked as he bounced, or the way his cock slapped against my body, a string of precum connecting us.

His hands squeezed my chest as he groaned, and I grasped his thighs in return.

“Fuck, your cock feels good,” Rupert said, tipping his head back and sighing. “Gonna make me come so hard.”

“Yeah? You getting close?”

“Mmm, starting to. Will you touch me?”