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Another growl rumbled out of my chest. He slammed our mouths together, his kiss hard and hot and utterly perfect.

The next few minutes were a blur of kisses, roving hands, and bumping hips as we battled it out, our kisses almost violent in their hunger.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled him away from the door and walked him over to the bed. Carefully, I laid him down and blanketed him with my body.

He sought out my lips and ravaged my mouth with more of those drugging, desperate kisses.

Jesus. He’d never let go like this, been this aggressive. I loved it.

Wanting more, I rolled us over so he was on top.

He froze for a half second, then relaxed, melting against my body as he continued kissing me like he never wanted to let go.

Greedily, I yanked the back of his shirt up.

He helped me pull it off, breaking our kisses long enough to get it over his head and onto the floor. Next came my shirt, then we were kissing again. The feel of his warm skin against mine sent a shiver of awareness through me.

“Get naked for me,” I rasped, squeezing his ass.

He moaned and pressed our hard dicks together.

Gently, I pushed him up. He sat back on my thighs, his eyes bright and his skin flushed with arousal. His chest rose and fell in quick pants as he stared down at me like he couldn’t wait to devour every inch of me.

He’d never looked better.

“Wanna blow you first.” He leaned down and sucked on my left nipple.

“Fuck.” I jumped like he’d zapped me with a live wire, my insides lighting up as pleasure moved between my chest and dick.

He teased my nipple for a few more beats, then shimmied down my body, dripping little kisses down my chest and stomach, over my hip, across my Adonis belt, then finally to my crotch.

He nuzzled my bulge, rubbing his cheek against it as he breathed in.

“Shit, baby. You’re gonna make me blow before you get your mouth on me.” I stroked my hand through his hair. “You look so hot like that.”

His eyes fluttered, and he let out a happy little sound.

“You want to suck me?”

He nodded, his eyes full of anticipation.

“Go ahead, baby. Suck me.”

Eagerly, he undid my jeans and pulled the fly apart. They were an old pair, worn and butter-soft, but still tight enough to lock my thighs together when he tugged them down. He left them there and grinned at me.

“Someone’s in a mood,” I teased, my tone full of affection.

“Maybe.” He dropped a quick kiss on my cockhead. “Now you’re the one at my mercy.”

“Looks like I am.” I slid my hands behind my head and gave him a cocky grin. “And what are you going to do about it?”

His eyes narrowed adorably. “Whatever I want.”

“Whatever you want, hmm?”

“Yup.” He popped the “p”. “And you’re just going to have to take it.”

“Guess I am.” I bumped my hips up teasingly.

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