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“No, fuck, God, no, don’t stop,” he practically whines. “Please don’t stop.”

I scissor my fingers a few more times before I search for that soft rubbery spot inside him. When I reach it and nudge my finger against it, his entire body jolts as he curses again, and reaches down to grip his cock. He squeezes, no doubt to keep himself from coming.

“Shit,” he says again and I see his eyes watering.

“No coming until I’m inside you, London,” I say. “You got that? I want this pretty hole spasming around my cock when you unload.” He swallows and nods, and I add a third finger, stretching him even more.

“Shit, please,” he begs after only a few seconds. “I can’t. I need you inside me.” It’s not lost on me that neither of us have shared our names. I thought about it, but I know I have to let him go after we’re finished and knowing his name will make that even harder. I don’t know his reason, but I don't care. Though hearing my name on his lips as he moans, and begs, and whimpers, or even better, when he comes, would be heaven.

If he’s willing, though, maybe I’ll get his number before he leaves, hopefully not until morning. He is from Scarsdale so I could see him when I go back home. Hell, I’d make a trip just to see him, and not just for sex.

He’s stretched enough now, so I nod and slide my fingers out before grabbing a condom and more lube. I slide on the condom and slick myself up. “Put your legs over my arms,” I tell him. Hecomplies and his hands grip my shoulders as my cock presses against his entrance, making us both moan.

“Oh, fuck.” My cock pushes past his tight ring and slips inside. Fuck, I’m not even close to all the way inside him, but it feels so damn good. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. Then grip his hand and pull it to my lips, pressing kisses to it. “You okay?” I ask.

He nods. “It hurts.”

“It will hurt some, just for a little bit, but I’ll go slow, I promise. It’ll be worth it. Trust me?” He nods again and my heart soars. I kiss his fingers a few more times and then release his hand and grip his hair instead. “Kiss me,” I say, and he lifts his head to capture my lips with his as I continue to slide inside him, inch by inch. I do as I said I would, going as slowly as I can, and he stretches to accept me, his tight heat like a vice around my cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling away from the kiss. “It feels like you’re splitting me in two.” He lets out a breath and I smile as I slide a little bit further in, moving my hand down to rub circles on his abdomen, feeling his treasure trail under my fingers and purring at the sensation.

“Your ass is taking my cock so well, baby,” I tell him, and his cock jerks between us. Fuck, he’s a slut for praise. I let out another breath as I bottom out, my balls resting against his ass. His chest is rising and falling as he grips my shoulders so tightly I’m pretty sure he’ll leave bruises, and I press my forehead to his. “So fucking perfect,” I murmur against his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart.” I don’t know where all the terms of endearment are coming from but I can’t help it. It’s like he’s pulling them out of me and I don't have any control over the shit coming out of my mouth.

I slide out almost all the way and then back in, and his thighs tremble. I do it one more time, and he whimpers. “Don’t holdback,” I tell him when he bites his lip. “I want to hear you, gorgeous. I want to know what I do to you.”

“Fuck!” he cries as I slide out one more time and then thrust back in harder. God, he feels incredible. I know I’m not going to last long.

“Legs over my shoulders, baby,” I instruct, and he obeys without hesitation, his eyes lidded, and his hair dampened with sweat. I moan at the sight of his perfect hole swallowing my cock as I slide out and back in again, his body practically bent in half as I impale him on my cock.

“Oh, God,” he whimpers. “Oh, Christ, Oh, fuck, fuck.” I thrust my hips and the new angle has my cock pegging his prostate over and over as he mewls underneath me.

“Fuck, London, you feel so good,” I growl, gripping his hair. I thrust a few more times. “Your hole is so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

His cock jerks at the same time his hole spasms around me, and I groan. “Look at me,” I demand, and his eyes lock with mine. “I want you looking into my eyes when I make you come, beautiful. You’re gonna remember who made you feel this way.” He groans as my cock hits his sweet spot again and again. “God, you're so damn perfect, aren’t you?”

His hands grip my shoulder so hard I feel his nails digging in, and then he’s throwing his head back on a growl as he sprays his release between us and his hole spasms around me. “Fuck,” I groan, picking up my pace and slamming into him again. It only takes three more thrusts before my load is shooting inside of him and filling the condom. Then I’m kissing him, and my chest aches at the thought of never doing this again. What is it about him that has me so enraptured?

He was so damn perfect.

I pull out slowly, then lean over and lap his release from his stomach, making him gasp and jerk slightly.

“Fuck,” he says, his stomach sinking in as he grabs my hair to keep it from falling into his cum. I hum around the taste of him as it slides down my throat, then press a kiss to the tip of his cock. It twitches, and I kiss it again, before sliding my finger through his release that’s on my stomach and lifting it to my mouth, sucking it inside and swallowing again. Then I’m moving up and pressing my mouth to his.

He opens for me and I slide my tongue inside, letting him taste himself on me. After a final peck to his lush lips I remove the condom and tie it off before tossing it in the trash can beside the bed, and collapsing next to him.

“You okay?” I ask, running my finger over his pecs, feeling the soft hairs there.

“Very much,” he replies. He looks exhausted but sated. He reaches over to stroke my cheek. “I should go.”

My eyes meet his. “Please don’t.” I can’t stand the thought of him leaving right now. I’ve never wanted a hook up to stay a second after we’ve both gotten off, but for some reason it’s different with him.

He swallows, his fingers drifting to the ends of my hair as he plays with the strands. “I have a long drive home.”

“Make it in the morning,” I urge. “Just one night here, with me. Please? You can shower and I’ll wash your clothes, feed you breakfast. Besides, you’re exhausted and it’s late. You really shouldn’t be driving.”

His gaze flits over my face and his eyes are filled with uncertainty, but he nods. “Very well.” I chuckle and kiss him. Then curl up by his side and drift to sleep.