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“Free yourself, Angel.” Her binds are easy to get out of. When she wiggles her wrists free, she pitches forward and immediately goes for my dick. Pumping it with both hands, she sucks on the head, trying to get every last drop out of me.

Holy fuuuuuuck. I’m too sensitive for this. I can’t… shit… I—

“Hold still,” she orders. Haley sucks my tip between her lips, running her tongue along the underside like it’s some kind of pacifier.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan. “You’re gonna break me.”

She twirls her tongue around me, enjoying how unraveled I am.

“Enough.” I back away because if I don’t put a stop to this, I’ll tear her open with how hard I want to fuck her.

Giggling, Haley runs her hand over her tits and gathers some of my cum on her fingertips. Then she licks them clean. “I love the taste of you.”

Wiping her cheek off with my thumb, I stare down at her for a long moment. All my words catch in my throat. Before I can get my brain to sync up with my heart and mouth, Haley stands and picks her hoodie up.

“Stay?” she asks in a little voice.

I’ll stay forever. She only has to ask nicely. Nodding, I lift my pants over my hips and tuck my cock away. “Should I order dinner for us?”

“I can cook something.”

She can cook? That’s new. “Whatever you want to do is fine with me, Angel.”

With a smile, Haley turns to walk away from me. My instincts kick in and I snatch her arm, pulling her back into my chest. Our mouths clash and I kiss her like I’m devouring her. It’s possessive. Aggressive.

Desperate.

She presses against my shoulders, pushing me back. “I need food if you plan to spoil me with another round of that big dick, Cole.”

Right. Food. Water. She needs nourishment before I deplete her.

“I’ll order delivery.” Haley doesn’t need to cook for me tonight. I’d rather she relax in my arms instead. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I kiss her neck in lazy, open mouth kisses while I pull up Door Dash on my cell. “What do you want?”

“You.”

I smack her ass. “I mean for food.”

“Still you.”

I nip her neck. “Angel.”

“Smoked brisket, fries, and mac and cheese from Dave’s smokehouse, please.”

That’s more like it. “Good girl.” And she used her manners so well too. She just earned a few extra orgasms for doing such a good job.

Making quick work of putting in our order, I toss my cell onto the sofa and get back to using both hands on Haley. Fuck, she’s so sexy. And still so messy. “I want you covered in my cum all night. Don’t wash it off.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She’s gonna be the death of me. I don’t remember her being this easily submissive before.

Then again, I didn’t use to be this dominant.

And I’ve barely started with her.

My gaze roams around her apartment, landing on the massive pile of boxes stacked in the dining area. She must eat on the couch or at the counter because there isn’t any other place to sit and have a meal here. “What’s all that over there?”

Part of me fears it’s a bunch of her personal shit she hasn’t bothered to unpack. And that stems from the stories she used to tell me about how she never even bothered to take her clothes out of her duffel bag when she was in high school because unpacking meant she was staying and that never happened.

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