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I claimed his lips, savoring the feel of them beneath mine as our cocks slid between our bodies. Pleasure sparked as Hollywood writhed under me, hips bucking up, cock kissing mine. It was almost enough, but I needed more.

Ugly, rotting roots filled me. They needed to be cut out. I didn’t know how to do that, so I’d bury myself in the sweetness of Holly instead.

“I want to be inside you,” I muttered, sliding my hand under this thigh to trace his crack. He gasped and let his legs fall open. I brushed my thumb over the furled entrance of his core, and it twitched in response. God. Blood rushed south, making me even harder and more lightheaded.

My fingers trembled. “Can you get yourself ready? I don’t trust myself not to hurt you.”

Hollywood sat up and took my trembling hand in his. “Hey, are you sure you’re ready for this? We don’t have to do it.”

“I’m ready. Don’t I look fucking ready?” I wrapped a hand around my aching cock and stroked from root to tip.

Hollywood’s eyes darkened as he watched. “Okay.” He twisted to open his bedside table and withdraw lube and a condom. He tossed the rubber toward me and opened the lube to slick his fingers.

“We can go bare after we get tested if you want.”

I nodded wordlessly. The thought of sliding into him without any barriers was hot. If I hadn’t run off three months ago, we could have that right now. Just one more way I’d fucked things up.

Holly reached between his legs, his expression tightening for a moment as he penetrated himself. I pushed his legs apart and up, suddenly needing to see. His fingers,shiny with lube, pushed inside, stretching his rim. He slid them out, then back in, then stretched them apart a little. I grasped each cheek, spreading them so I could see every detail.

“God,” he muttered. “You don’t have to look so closely.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I challenged. “It’s hot.”

He added a third finger, giving himself a few thrusts, then slowly added a fourth finger.

“Damn. Four?”

“Well, you said you didn’t want to be gentle,” he said. “This way, you can slam right into me.”

My pulse jumped in my cock. I liked that idea. Hollywood really was the best.

He worked four fingers into his ass, straining and wincing. I almost told him to stop. But gradually his expression eased, cock firming back up. When he bore down with a wanton moan, I rolled on the condom.

“Okay, my turn.”

He slid his fingers out, tossed me the lube, and I slicked up. Nerves reignited as I got into position between his legs and Hollywood stuffed a pillow under his lower back to tilt up his hips.

“I’m pretty good at this part,” I said. “At least with women.”

He looked at me from heavy-lidded eyes. “You’ll be good at it with me, too. Take me, Tex. Be as rough as you want.”

Lust flared, and I surged forward. We both cried out as I plunged deep, his loosened hole accepting me without a fight.

My eyes rolled back as sensation swamped me. Fuck. He was so smooth and hot inside, his muscles clenching around me, squeezing me just right. I couldn’t savor it, though. My body drove me to buck and thrust, to ride him hard.

I held his thighs in a bruising grip, slamming deep againand again. Hollywood was moaning and taking it all like I wasn’t rutting into him like a wild beast.

“You like that fat dick in you?” I asked between panted breaths.

“Yes,” he groaned. “God. Go harder.”

Harder? The man was a true gift. I pulled out of him, making him hiss a complaint, and flipped him over. Hollywood didn’t miss a beat, raising his ass up and bracing his arms against the mattress. I shoved into him, reaching new depths at this angle. The groan that tore from him was guttural, coming from somewhere deep inside.

I took two handfuls of hard, muscular ass and fucked him faster. Hollywood rocked back to meet each thrust, taking me even deeper. My thighs and abs were burning from exertion, but I couldn’t slow down. The tension building in my core was too damn sweet.

This was what I’d needed when I reached for Hollywood. The heat of his body, taking me in and holding me tight. His hole constricted around me. His arm started flexing as he stroked his cock feverishly.

“So close, Tex. Oh god. Right there. Please!”