could. Tyler was a bottom, so I had topped all the time when we were together. He slid in and out of me with ease, slamming his balls against my ass. My hands gripped tightly at the sheets, trying not to slide off the bed, his powerful thrusts forcing me away. I had forgotten how good it felt to be filled with a cock. Soon he was right, my own penis was engorged and I had to fight the urge to play with it. I touched it just enough to stay up, but not enough to make me shoot, so I could return the favor for Lance. My ass was sore, from nearly an hour of pounding in on me, when he came. His cum dripped down my inner thigh. I squeezed in on his cock, until limp, wanting every last drop of his seed inside of me. Both of us were covered in sweat, the sheets wet with it. He fell beside me, not saying a word.

I ran my fingers over his chest and six-pack, salivating at the site of him. Lance was mine, if just of this moment in time. I didn’t know if I would ever see him again, or how he felt about my sister. I didn’t care either. I was taking him.

"Are you ready for my eight inches?"

"Anthony, do me. Do me like no other."

Seemed a tough bill to fill. I was to do him like no other? Which other did he mean? I leaned forward and started to suck on his nipple, gently biting it too. He had large nipples, on a large chest from working out. His family had everything under the sun, and now he had taken me. I too would have a conquest. I licked down his treasure trail of black hair, and onto the tip of his penis, licking away traces of my semen left behind. He rolled over on his belly, and I licked and bit my way down his back to his ass. I bit each ass cheek, then I licked the crack. I rimmed him, poking my tongue in as he squirmed on the bed. I spit in my hand, wetting my cock, then pushed in on him. He groaned loudly. Would someone hear? I stayed still for him to adjust. My heart was pounding in my ears. I pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in. The faster I went, the slicker and easier it became. His asshole opened up for me, allowing me deeper and deeper access to him. He was so tight on my cock that I would stop every so often and try to stop the urge to cum. I wanted this to last. I was fucking Lance Brockton, not just anyone, the arrogant one of the family, their heir apparent to the wealth. Lance loved every moment of his fucking. The deeper and harder I thrust, the faster and further he pushed back on me. Each thrust into him made me feel more powerful, dominating him really sent me over the edge. I exploded into him, more cum than I thought possible so soon after creaming.

"You okay."

"Yeah, Tony, you were wonderful."

"Anthony. My name is Anthony. Yeah I am wonderful, don’t forget it. I won’t. By the way, I need a job this summer."

"You used me for a job?"

"Hey, you crawled into bed with me, not the other way around. But no man, I