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inside out as they emptied, shooting cum up his dick and into Rueben’s waiting, sucking mouth. His mate continued to suckle softly, heightening the bliss, coursing like fire through his veins.
    “Rueben!”
    Slowly, Lamar came back to himself. He felt like he was floating as endorphins pinged through his system. A jolt to his system that caused his softening prick to begin filling again made him realize Rueben had two fingers in his ass and gently rubbed his prostate ever few seconds.
    Lamar moaned and cracked his eyelids. He looked down and spotted the smug smile on Rueben’s face at seeing Lamar’s renewed erection. “Oh, what fantastic recovery time,” Rueben crooned. “I like it.”
    Chuckling around a grunt, Lamar rocked his hips, encouraging the man’s attention. “Because of you,” Lamar admitted.
    “Flatterer.” Rueben grinned cheekily. “You got enough energy to ride me, sweet stuff?”
    Lamar’s jaw dropped as he remembered Rueben’s injured leg. “Oh, yeah. You shouldn’t be putting any stress on your leg. Maybe I should just suck you off, too,” he offered. He licked his lips, wanting to taste his mate, but felt disappointment at the same time. He really wanted to feel his mate’s dick in his ass, too.
    Rueben released him and rolled toward the nightstand and his bag. “Not a snowball’s chance in hell, honey. I’m going to shove my dick in your ass and you’re gonna ride me like a cowboy.”
    Blanching at that analogy, Lamar couldn’t think of a single time he’d ever desired to be a dusty, dirty, sweaty cowboy. Still, he really wanted to feel his mate buried deep inside him, so Lamar cleared the image from his thoughts and focused on pleasing his lover.
    Thankfully, Rueben must have missed his expression. He rolled a condom onto his thick cock where it jutted from a bed of dark red curls. After popping the lid on a bottle of lube, Rueben slicked up his dick, then spread some more onto his fingers.
    “Come here, baby,” Rueben urged, reaching for Lamar. “You can ride my fingers as I finish getting you ready. You’ll love it.”
    Lamar didn’t doubt it. His mate sure seemed to know what he was doing. With concise movements, Rueben guided Lamar to straddle his waist. For a split second, jealousy surged through Lamar at all the other men who, at one time, must have occupied his mate’s bed. Then, Rueben thrust two lubed fingers into Lamar’s chute, and all thought fled.
    Rueben found Lamar’s prostate without trouble, gently stroking it as he worked him open. A third finger slid in beside the first two. Lamar moaned, loving the stretch, the slight burn that eased into fire that set his nerve ends a-tingling.
    Rocking on Rueben’s fingers, Lamar fucked himself shamelessly. His dick—already hard and leaking again—slapped his belly as he rocked. The thick digits felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. “Now,” he demanded breathlessly.
    “Hell, yeah,” Rueben growled.
    Lamar couldn’t silence his moan as Rueben pulled his fingers free.
    “Hang on, baby.”
    For a split second, Lamar wondered if Rueben threw endearments at every lover. Then, his mate’s thick cock pressed against his hole and Lamar didn’t care anymore. All he desired was becoming one with his mate.
    Finding his voice, Lamar ordered, “Stay still.” Without waiting for acknowledgement, he used his weight to sink onto Rueben’s shaft. The burn as his ass muscles stretched beyond what Rueben’s three fingers had prepared him shot fire up his rectum. “Amazing,” Lamar groaned through clenched teeth.
    Rueben grunted. “Oh, God, you’re tight.”
    Fully seated, Lamar panted, “You’re just huge. Holy shit.”
    “Damn, baby. Lift up a bit and I’ll rock up into you.”
    Lamar stared down at his lover. He traced his hands over the firm pecks, the deep ridges of his abs, then tweaked a nipple. Rueben hissed. Lamar smirked. “Oh, no. You have to stay still. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Lamar