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He craved him.

As his hips tried to take over, Dream Gamble enjoyed the show.

“Come on, Doc. Share your cum with your broken bedmate,” he said. “Mold me into the new me. Make me your lover.”

“No!” he said, over and over again, but the dream won out.

Dream Gamble had a death grip on his dick, and was milking it with his fist.

It was rough.

It was brutal.

It was his weakness.

It was the best he’d ever felt.

“Oh, God!” he muttered. “I’m about to cum!” he shouted, as Dream Gamble went harder. He was playing with his balls, and sucking them into his mouth.

That was all he could take.

Poe was done.

He began cumming.

It felt like the longest orgasm he’d ever had, and he was trapped with an insatiable patient who wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Dream Gamble hadn’t been lying either. He used his own cum to lubricate his ass.

“Oh, Doc, I can’t wait to fuck you hard,” he said, slipping his fingers into his ass.

Poe shouted in pleasure and pain, and he opened more for him.

God.

Forgive him, but he opened his legs and begged for more.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Fuck me. You know the truth. I want you.”

Dream Gamble smiled.

“I know. Right now, we’re in bed, and you’re humping me like a dirty, dirty doctor.”

His heart was racing.

He had to be lying.

There was no way.

Poe had control. He’d never assault someone, let alone a person who was at rock bottom.

Ever.

“And I like it,” Dream Gamble said. “I’ve never been with a man, but I’m curious. Storm destroyed me. I’ll never be with another woman, but I will be with a man. You.”

Poe’s heart was racing.

“Please stop.”

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