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Pres had to grind his teeth together to keep from shooting his load all over Blair’s beautiful face. Blair had crawled to him on his hands and knees, kneeled in front of him, and pleaded with his eyes before uttering one word.

“Please, darlin’,” Blair pronounced slowly.

Pres moved closer to the footboard of his king-sized sleigh bed and cupped Blair’s chin, making him look him in the eye. “Please what?” he asked.

“Please fuck me, love. Fuck me hard. Fuck me till I scream your name. Fuck me until I can’t walk,” Blair begged him.

“Mmmm. I like that. That’s more like it, honey. Begging like a good little slut.” Pres rubbed Blair’s cheek affectionately.

Pres watched Blair’s eyes drop closed, and his cock leaked a clear trail of pre-come onto the bed. Pres knew what his dirty talk did to his men. Both of them loved to be handled, and the nastier tPres talked, the harder they got off.

“God yes. Fuck me like the slut I am,” Blair moaned.

Pres climbed onto the bed, leaned in, and covered Blair’s mouth with his, licking and tasting his lust. He worked his way to his smooth cheek, into his ear, and down his neck, nipping and biting hard enough to leave imprints.

“Gonna mark you good so everyone knows that you’re my slut,” Pres whispered in his ear, making Blair’s body slump down, but Pres held him tight against him.

Blair’s body shivered violently in his arms, and Pres felt like a Dom, mastering his sub’s body. Blair was under his complete control, and it gave him a serious head rush.

“I want you to climb back on top of Ric and lie between his legs. He’s going to hold you down while I fuck you. I’m going to pound your slutty ass until you can’t take any more.” Pres roughly grabbed a handful of Blair’s hair with one hand, wrapped his other hand around his throat, and slammed Blair into his chest. “And when you beg me to stop, I’m just gonna fuck you harder,” Pres growled.

Blair’s body jolted, and Pres released the grip on Blair’s hair but not his throat. Pres’s long fingers squeezed Blair’s throat harder, and again Blair’s body wrenched violently. Blair released a keening moan so low in octave that it vibrated Pres’s chest. He wrapped his arm around Blair’s waist to hold him up before Pres’s eyes widened at the realization that Blair had just come all over himself.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. He just came from my words.

Blair’s face was buried in the crook of Pres’s neck. His breathing was erratic and labored as he came down from his orgasm. Pres didn’t let Blair go. Otherwise he would have melted into a puddle on the mattress.

Pres stole a glance at Ric and saw that he’d risen up on his elbows and was watching them intently with a shocked expression on his handsome face and his cock jutting straight out and resting on his stomach. He shook his head at Pres and mouthed,
What the fuck?

“My, my, my. You are something else, honey.” Pres rubbed Blair’s back. He was still trembling in his arms, but his breathing was slowing.

Blair didn’t raise his head, and his hot breath gusted onto Pres’s neck. “I’ve always wanted to be talked to like that, and handled rough, but never found someone I trusted enough to do it and not hurt me. When you grabbed my throat and…” Blair shivered again. “Shit. It was so damn exciting, and I fuckin’ lost it.”

“Baby, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You were beautiful just now, and I got to hold you and feel your body’s response to me, and I loved every damn minute of it,” Pres said and nuzzled Blair’s cheek until he lifted his face. “Kiss me.”

Blair and Pres kissed until the heat turned back up. They touched and groped and licked until Blair was almost hard again.

Ric was so damn quiet. His hands were behind his head, and his lust-lazy eyes were feasting on their every move.

Pres winked at Ric seductively while he stroked his hard cock, which was now screaming for release after what Blair had just done. Pres dropped his head back and let Blair mark him on his neck.

“Come on, honey. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Pres gripped Blair behind his neck, making him pull his mouth fromwhere he’d clamped on to his throat. “Get up there on top of him and let him hold you.”

Blair followed his instructions and climbed on top of Ric’s large chest and settled down between his thickly muscled thighs. He immediately buried his face in Ric’s scent.

“So gorgeous,” Ric whispered into Blair’s hair while massaging his back. “You ready for him, baby?” He thrust his hard cock into Blair’s stomach.

“I’m more than ready,” Blair groaned.

“Good,” Pres said and smacked Blair hard on his ass, the sound loud in the quiet room.

“Fuck,” Blair hissed in Ric’s ear.

Ric rubbed Blair’s stinging ass and licked his neck. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Ric crooned.

“Spread ’em open, Sunshine,” Pres said and dropped down to put his mouth at Blair’s tight hole.

“Oh God,” Blair groaned as Ric spread his cheeks as wide as they could go. Then, Pres’s tongue was there, not wasting an ounce of time on gentility or grace. He delved in and speared Blair’s hole, forcing it to give. He tried to shove as much of his warm saliva into that tight channel as he could.

Blair tried to thrash, but Ric did his job. He held Blair tight in his arms and hooked his legs over top of his—spreading him wide and keeping him open for Pres’s assault. Pres thought Ric liked this just as much as Blair, because Blair’s bucking was driving his hard cock directly into Ric’s.

After Pres licked and prodded Blair’s sweet hole, he clicked the top on the lube and coated three fingers. He saw Ric massaging Blair’s ass cheeks while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Pres easily pushed one finger in and used his tongue to lick around Blair’s stretching hole. He waited until he heard Blair’s bawling in Ric’s neck and quickly added a second.

Pres’s reserve was slipping. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his dominating instinct kicked in and he ravished Blair’s ass.

“Fuck, need you so bad. You’re so fuckin’ tight.” Pres pumped Blair’s ass with two fingers. “Gonna live in this heat of yours, babe.” He hooked his middle finger on his next thrust and felt Blair jerk hard in Ric’s hold.

“Fuck. Do it again, Pres. Do it again,” Blair begged.

Pres hooked his finger again and pressed against Blair’s sweet spot on every thrust. Blair thrust his ass higher in the air, and Pres took his other hand and rewarded him with another hard slap.

“That’s right. Put that greedy ass in the air for me.” Pres finger-fucked him until his hole was anxiously sucking in his three fingers. “You got a hungry hole, don’t you, slut? Ready for my cock to make you scream.”

“Augghhh. Gawwwdd. Pres, don’t make me come again. Not yet, not yet. Stop talking. Can’t come until you’re inside me. Fuckin’ get inside me, Pres!” Blair yelled and bit into Ric’s hard chest.

“Fuck!” Ric hollered and squeezed Blair tighter.

“Oh, you’re being a naughty boy.” Pres spoke gravely low. “Do you want to know what happens to bad sluts that bark orders, my sweet Blair?” Pres lathered his cock with way more lube than necessary and settled his weight over Blair’s back.

He knew Ric could take all their weight. Pres positioned his cock at Blair’s hole and gave him a couple warning knocks at his back door. He leaned in to whisper in Blair’s ear. “I’m gonna make you mine, baby. So hang on.” Pres made eye contact with Ric before breeching Blair’s outer ring.

He paused only for a couple seconds, enough time for Ric to quietly encourage Blair to breathe and push out, before he slid all the way in until his balls were snug up against Blair’s now-red ass.

It was the most spectacular sight. Pres never forgot how fortunate he was to be able to see his men in unbridled ecstasy.

Blair let out a low, husky moan and clamped his ass tight around Pres’s cock.

Damn it, his ass is just like his goddamn mouth.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Pres gritted his teeth. “Fuuuuck, you are fucking tight.”

“Pres, move now. Please. Need you to move. So full,” Blair said in a throaty whisper.

Pres kept his face close to Blair’s mouth so he could hear every curse, praise, and promise he made while he fucked him. He drew his cock out halfway and eased it back in, trying to let Blair get used to being full.

Blair let loose another rasping cry, and Pres was having a hard time keeping his hips under control. He wanted to pound him, he wanted to make him scream, and he wanted to make him come.

Blair shivered in between them even though the room felt like it was one hundred degrees. “Oh…my…So…Goddamn…Pres, what are you doi—” Blair couldn’t finish either sentence.

Ric’s legs were wide enough that Pres could open Blair’s legs wider and give himself more room to thrust.

“Ready?” He licked the shell of Blair’s ear.

“I’m yours, lover.” Blair laid his head on Ric’s chest and hooked his arms under those large biceps. “Take me.”

Pres snapped. His beautiful man was laid out all needy and shameless, begging to be claimed. This was what Pres lived for. This was who he truly was.

Pres rose up and braced his arms on either of side of them, pulled out almost to the tip, and slammed back into Blair’s tight channel, making Blair thrust his hard cock into Ric’s. Pres saw Blair latch his mouth on to the fleshy part of Ric’s muscled pec, muffling his cry.

Oh no you don’t.

Pres pulled out again and left his cock head on the rim of Blair’s hole. He grabbed a fistful of Blair’s hair and yanked, making Blair’s mouth unlatch from Ric’s chest.

He tilted Blair’s head to the side and snarled in his ear, “I want to hear every fuckin’ cry and scream you make.” He bit Blair on his neck and slammed back into that hot tunnel at the perfect angle.

This time Blair didn’t hesitate to scream out into the dim room.

“Better.” Pres released the grip on his hair and slowly eased his fingers around Blair’s throat and clamped on tightly, still mindful of Blair’s need to breathe through his pounding. Blair and Pres were cheek to cheek, and Pres battered that tight bubble ass with every ounce of energy he had.

The grunting and panting was an aphrodisiac to Pres, and it drove him up the wall to know that his thrusting was causing both of his men so much pleasure at the same time. Ric’s dick was deliciously trapped between his and Blair’s muscled stomachs.

He watched Ric’s expression change to pure pleasure, and his hips lost their rhythm. Ric clenched his teeth and pressed his forehead to Blair’s, letting his orgasm flow. Ric grunted through it, releasing ropes of luscious come in between him and Blair.

“Pres, Jesus,” Ric panted.

Pres momentarily slowed his hips and bent down to kiss Ric on his slack mouth. “I ain’t done, honey.”

“You fantastic bastard,” Ric panted into Pres’s mouth

Pres grinned slyly and braced himself back on his arms. His cock was still hard as stone, and he wasn’t ready to come yet. He took Blair’s bent leg and slid it up Ric’s side, letting Ric keep it pinned with his arm. Blair was spread wide, his hole pulsating and calling to Pres for more.

Blair let out a sexy whimper, and Pres ate it up. He slammed back in, going balls deep, then keeping his thrusts shallow and deep.

“Cry for me, sweet boy. Tell me how much it hurts,” Pres murmured against the side of Blair’s face. “Hurts so good, don’t it?”

Blair’s body rocked on top of Ric’s with every deep-seated thrust Pres gave him. His eyes crossed as Pres pounded steady pressure to his prostate. His body shook violently, and he screamed to whoever would listen that he was coming.

Pres rose off Blair and watched his boy’s back arch like a feline. Blair let out a startled sob when the first spurt of jizz landed on Ric’s chest. He dropped his chin to his chest and choked on his own breath as jet after jet of come mixed with Ric’s, again filling the room with the pungent smell of come and sweat.

“Oh baby. Squeezing the fuck out of my dick,” Pres groaned. “Keep coming, baby. Ima fuck you right through it.”

“Pres, what the hell are you doing to me?” Blair groaned.

“Claiming you.”

Pres rose to his knees and went back on his haunches. He refused to give Blair any recovery time. He gripped Blair’s hips and pulled him back onto his cock with enough force to make them both cry out. With Blair seated firmly on his lap, his limp body fell back against Pres’s chest, and his head tilted back and landed on his shoulder. Pres turned and kissed Blair’s sweat-drenched hair. His lips whisked over Blair’s flushed cheek as he spoke.

“I told you I’d fuck you until you begged me to stop,” Pres reminded him.

“Darlin’, stop. Please. Can’t take any more.”

“Oh fuck,” Ric whispered from the other side of the bed.

“And I told you when you begged me to stop”—Pres wrapped one arm around Blair’s middle to keep him from getting away, and got in position—“I said I would fuck you harder.” Pres bared his teeth and annihilated Blair’s ass again. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly throughout the dark room.

Blair was like a rag doll in Pres’s arms, and he loved it. Blair’s body was his for whatever he wanted to do with it, and the knowledge of that power was fueling Pres’s pending orgasm.

Blair’s eyes were shut tight, the veins in his neck bulged, and his teeth clenched. Pres knew Blair’s body was overwhelmed with sensations, surrendering to his assault as he dangled him from the shallow precipice of exquisite pleasure and blissful pain.

Pres felt the familiar stirring in his balls, but it was still a ways off. He practically threw Blair off his lap and pounced on top of him before he could scurry away, because he sure as hell tried.

Pres held Blair down on the bed and slowly eased back inside him this time, savoring the spine-prickling feeling of entering his man. He gently moved the wet hair off Blair’s forehead and tenderly kissed him there, licking out his tongue to taste the sweat that ran down his temple.

“So pretty,” Pres whispered.

“Can’t take no more, Strawberry,” Blair rasped in his rough-hewn drawl, and Pres thought it was beyond hypnotic. But just like that, his angelic kindness was soon replaced with the little devil man on his shoulder, and Pres tilted his hips and drove in hard, seeking out that spot to make Blair beg him to stop again.