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took it in his teeth again. He suckled. He pulled. He nipped. And all the while he pushed into me, fucking me now with those two fingers. I felt him drawing back from me, not his body but his attention. He was just using me. He was sucking and fucking me, and he was lost in it. I moaned. I was so hard, so hot for him. Who cared that he was my boss. Who the fuck cared.
    All at once he pulled out, slapped my ass again, then gripped my thighs. “On the bed. Face down, ass up, knees wide. Just sit there and wait and don't say anything.”
    I went, and I waited. He took a long time, but I just held still. Except eventually I realized that was the wrong game, so I twitched my ass at him, flexing my hole.
    Bingo again.
    He slapped my ass sharply, like I was six and I'd gone into the cookie jar when I shouldn't. “I said wait. Hold still.”
    “Yes, sir,” I said. Another slap.
    “I said not to talk.”
    “I'm sorry, sir,” I said and flexed my hole again.
    I have been with some spankers, but Loving is kind of his own thing when it comes to spanking. He got in some good slaps, and some of them made me quiver, but mostly he used this as an excuse to play with my ass. He slapped it, then slapped it a different way. I could tell he liked the sound of his hand on my flesh. Me too. Eventually, though, he just started to knead, pulling me wide open, grinding my cheeks open and shut, shifting them this way and that. He pinched me again. God, the marks I was going to have.
    At some point he grabbed lube, because all of a sudden I felt wet and slick at my ass. It was two fingers into me again, fast and deep, and my hungry ass took them in so fast he didn't hesitate about adding a third. I was still tight, but I knew how to open. I felt him flirting with a fourth, which I wasn't sure I could do, not yet, probably not tonight, not after such a long break. He figured that out thankfully, but I could tell I had him thinking even before he spoke.
    “Have you let anybody fist you?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I confessed.
    His fingers buried deeper. “Did you like it?”
    I squirmed for him, grinding against his hand. “Kind of.” The truth was, I'd been high, and I barely remembered except that I had hurt like fuck the next day.
    “I haven't done it,” Loving said. “But I've read about how to do it. A lot.” He shifted his fingers inside me. “I would like to do it to you sometime.”
    Sometime. Implying we would be doing this again. I still wasn't sure about that, but I didn't want to wreck the moment, so I just kept quiet and waited.
    But he wanted more. “Would you like to feel my fist inside you?”
    “Yes,” I agreed, because, yeah, I would.
    He began to thrust more regularly, making me open and sloppy with lube. “Your ass would swallow my hand. You would feel it deep inside you.”
    “I'd be so hot for your fist,” I promised him. “I'd grunt and moan and thank you for putting your whole hand inside me. I'd be your slut.”
    He was fucking me pretty good now. “Yes. You're very slutty. A regular tramp. You'll let me fuck you any way I want to, won't you?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to put on a condom and fuck this ass. Right now.”
    “Please, sir.” My words were rattled because his hand was all but punching at my ass. “Please fuck me with your cock, Mr. Loving.”
    That had been almost an accident, but it was a good one, because I felt Loving's shudder. And then he was gone, but not for long. Soon he was gripping my hips and nudging my knees wide, and then he was in me.
    It was one of the roughest fucks I've had. As I said, I'm tall, but he's big, and he's very strong. And his cock is fat. I hadn't even seen it then, but I felt it inside me. I wanted to tell him that, to tell him how it stretched me, but my teeth were banging together, and I gripped onto the bedspread just to keep from getting shoved across the bed.
    And he wasn't kidding about the slapping. I felt like his horse,