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moaned into Walt’s kiss, his cock finishing the business of going rock hard. Walt began stroking him, thumb working his cock-tip, slow and heavy over his slit. The ring tugged and pulled, making his eyes cross.
    “I can’t believe you gave this up for five years. Your body was made for it.”
    “No. I was made for you.” He met Walt’s eyes. “Can you imagine another man giving this to me?”
    Walt’s snarled answer was immediate, sure. “Fuck no. Nobody else touches you. Ever.”
    The world spun and his pants were tugged over his raw ass, only a second before Walt’s hand fell again.
    Fuck, yes. “No? You don’t like the idea of me on my knees, worshipping another master’s cock?” He had to push, had to. He needed what Walt gave him when he did and he needed to know Walt would stick around when he did.
    The spanking went on, Walt increasing the strength of his hits. “No. Nobody touches you. Ever. Fucking never.”
    “Only you.” He pushed back into the blows, body burning.
    “That’s right. Exclusive for-fucking-ever. You and me.” Each swat emphasized Walt’s words.
    “Yes. Please, it burns.”
    “You’re burning for me.”
    He nodded, tensed. He couldn’t take much more.
    “Good.” Walt’s hand landed one more time, then rubbed, stroked over his abused flesh.
    He heard the ice in his tumbler that sat on his desk jingle, then a drop of bitterly cold water landed on his ass and he hissed. Walt rubbed the cube over his ass, in sweet circles, cooling his skin. He moaned, relaxing down onto the desk.
    Two slick fingers pressed against his empty hole, then pushed right in, slick and cool.
    “Burning hot, baby.” All he could do was nod at Walt’s words. His ass was on fucking fire. But he was lubed up, ready. Just like he knew Walt wanted him.
    “Gonna fuck you—make sure you’re good and stretched for the plug.” Two fingers became three, the stretching already started.
    The pressure was perfect, delicious, and he bore back, begging for it.
    Walt finger-fucked him until he was slamming back, needing more. Then fingers were replaced by the blunt, solid heat of Walt’s cock. His eyes crossed and he went up on tiptoes, fingers white-knuckled on the edge of the desk. Nothing felt better than Walt’s thick cock as it pushed into him, filling him like no one and nothing else ever had.
    Reid’s cock was trapped against the pillow, the friction not enough to be good, but enough to be maddening. When Walt was all the way in, his pubes scratched against Reid’s burning ass.
    “Oh. Stings. Walt. Stings.” His eyes crossed and he sawed between the pillow and Walt, unable to stop himself.
    Walt’s hand came around him to grab his cock, holding him tight but not stroking him. “I say when you get stimulation.” Then Walt pulled him up, hips jabbing into him, hand still holding his cock out away from his body. “Mine. All of you.” Each thrust punctuated Walt’s words, giving them extra strength.
    The evil bastard wasn’t going to let him get off, was going to make him crazy. Reid fucking loved every second of it.
    “Got a ring for your cock.” Watt’s words confirmed his thoughts.
    “No fair. I wanted a nap.”
    “I’ll hold you for a while before you have to go back out.” The words were a promise, one he wanted to hear. “We’re gonna get tested tonight after you’re done work so I can leave my spunk inside you, fill you and hold it in with a plug.”
    Oh, God yes. “I get off at six.”
    Walt nodded. “We need to talk about hiring another person, boy. Sixty hours a week is a long time to be separated.”
    Like Walt had a say on his business. Still. He had a reason not to be at work all the time now, didn’t he?
    “Want more of you.” Walt nibbled his ear. “Want to know you’re sleeping well, loving well. Want my lover to be happy.” Walt’s words were a balm.
    “We’ll talk about it. Together.” Later. Not now.
    “Tonight.” Walt banged in hard, hitting his