Page 95 of Roguefinder

He released my dick and pulled me to the bed. We fell onto it together, and he rolled me onto my stomach and gently worked the plug from my ass while I moaned and tried to fuck the bed until he delivered a sharp warning smack to my ass. My hole fluttered, clamping on nothing. Cool air shot up my passage, which felt like someone had propped it open.

“Come on, baby,” Jesse urged, settling on his back against the pillows. He patted his thighs, and I straddled him and palmed his pecs.

“I love these things,” I muttered, spearing my fingers through the short, dark hair.

“Sit down.” He held his dick to my hole, and I rolled my hips and took him to the root. Our groans probably reached the kitchen. My ass squeezed hard, greedy for his dick after those hollowed out seconds of emptiness. The plug had left me tender, but that was good, too, whatever part of me that craved pain thrilling at the sting.

And Jesse’s cock was warm and alive. So much better than the tail. His dick pulsed inside me, every twitch and throb heightened after the lifeless stretch of the silicone. I squeezed my ass around him.

“Move, baby,” he said, gripping my hips. “Ride me.”

I planted my hands on his chest and lifted until just the tip of him remained inside, then sank back down. My ass squeezed, and I did it again—and again, clamping tight around him and dragging my passage up his shaft.

He hissed, fingers biting into my waist. “Dirty boy. Teasing me.”

I slid my hands over his chest and wriggled on his cock. “I’ve earned it.”

He thumbed my nipples, then brushed his fingers over the tag on my collar. “You have. Use my dick, honey. Make yourself feel good.”

I tipped my head back and rode the shit out of his cock. Lube smacked, my ass sucking at his shaft. Every wet, filthy sound pushed me harder until I was yelling every time I slammed down. The collar shifted against my throat, reminding me I was his. The tag clinked softly as I bounced, my swollen dick bouncing with me.

“I’m coming,” Jesse growled. He grabbed my collar and tugged me down. “You come with me.”

I scrabbled for my dick and pumped twice before the orgasm tore through me. White exploded across my vision. My ass clamped down on Jesse’s cock, and he shouted, his hips bucking as he emptied inside me. I painted his chest and stomach with my cum, glistening ropes landing as high as his neck.

“Caleb,” he groaned, squeezing my hips and giving a final shudder. “Fuck…”

I collapsed forward, gasping against his shoulder. My heart hammered so hard I thought my ribs might crack. Jesse’s arms came around me, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other stroked down my spine. He went lower, tracing the hot, slick seal of my body around his.

“Jesus Christ,” I wheezed.

His lips brushed my cheek. “You did so good.” He rolled us, gently tipping me off him, and I jerked as his dick slipped from my tender hole.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I panted, my limbs like water. “But I probably won’t be as tight as a fiddle until morning.”

His huff of laughter warmed my shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.” He kissed my forehead, then unfastened the collar. The second the leather slipped from my throat, its absence was a different kind of ache.

Kind of weird, but whatever. Sterling was probably right, and I was a spectacular submissive. He didn’t need to know I agreed with him.

“You want a shower?” Jesse asked.

“Can’t walk,” I said. “You broke me.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“In a minute.” I turned into him and nuzzled his shoulder, breathing in the scent of my sweat on his skin. My ass throbbed. Every few seconds, my dick twitched like it couldn’t believe its good fortune.

“That was so hot,” I said.

Jesse’s smile was smug. “You liked my tail?”

“About as much as you liked my tongue.”

Laughing, he pushed hair off my forehead. “You need to eat something.” He caught himself right away and pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t even think about it.”

I smiled against his skin. “Okay, pervert.”