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I set the glass bottle on a side table.

"Still a beautiful sight, though."

My knees hit the floor in twin thumps, bringing my face, and more importantly my mouth, level with him. My hands splay against his hips, holding him steady as I kiss his weeping head.

He watches with wide-eyed lust as my lips part around his cock and he fills my eager mouth.

My tongue swirls along the underside, and his hips lurch forward at the sensation. His fingers card my hair, finding purchase as I swallow him deeper. I hollow my cheeks and suck, tongue working him on every retreat.

He makes a broken noise above me, and I look up to see his mouth dropped open and his eyes dark.

I ease off just enough to speak against the wet head of his cock.

"You taste so good. Stay right there for me."

I give him a few more slow, filthy strokes with my mouth until his thighs start to shake. Then I pull off with one last lick. I stand, grab the bottle, and spin him toward the couch.

"Bend over the arm for me. Ass up. That's it. Perfect."

Randy folds over the arm of the couch. His chest hits the cushions. His red hair falls forward. His ass is up and open, and I have to put a hand on the small of his back just to steady myself.

I uncap the cool slick and pour it into my palm. I warm it in my hands and drag my fingers down the cleft of him, circling, pressing.

"Breathe. You're doing so well."

One finger slides in easily. He whimpers into the couch. I work him open slowly, then add a second finger, scissoring them gently and coating him inside. My other hand strokes his cock where it hangs heavy between his legs so he doesn't lose his edge.

"Look at you taking my fingers. You're so tight and warm. I can't wait to be inside you."

I remove my fingers, slick my cock until it shines, and line up. The blunt head presses against him. I lean over his back, my lips close to his ear.

"Tell me if you need me to stop. Otherwise, I'm going to fuck you until we both come."

"Please. I want it."

I push in.

Slow.

Inch by inch.

The heat of him swallows me, and I have to grit my teeth so I don't slam home. When my hips finally meet his ass, I stay there, buried, both of us breathing hard.

"Fuck. You feel incredible. So good for me."

I start to move. Short rolls at first, then longer strokes that pull me almost all the way out before I sink back in. The wet sound of slick and skin mixes with the pop and crackle of the fire.

Randy's hands fist the cushion. Every time I’m flush to his ass, he punches out a moan that goes straight to my cock.

I reach around and wrap my slick hand around him. I stroke him in time with my thrusts, thumb swiping the head on every upstroke.

"That's it. Let me hear you. You're taking me so well. Your ass is gripping me like it doesn't want to let go."

I pick up the pace. The couch creaks. My hips slap against him. I praise him the whole time, low and filthy.

"Good. So fucking good. Look at you bent over for me, taking every inch. You're perfect like this."

His body tightens around me. His cock jumps in my fist.