Page 247 of Assassin

The whole time, Poe was trapped beneath him.

“Oh, shit. Fuck me,” he muttered, as Dream Gamble did just that. He began moving, his body over his, and his dick pounding into his ass.

It was feral.

It was brutal.

It was desperation.

Oh, and Poe knew the feeling.

He was trapped under him, and a little bit of him wanted to wake up, find this happening, and see Gamble whole again.

Already, one day in, he was having feelings for him.

This was bad.

Real.

Bad.

As he took his ass, Poe was filled with so much pleasure. Staring up into the bicolored eyes, he saw peace for the first time since meeting the man.

“Fix me,” Gamble said. “I don’t want to be broken anymore. I trust you,” he said, whispering the words.

The orgasm loomed.

“I’m going to cum,” Poe said, the pleasure overwhelming him. “Oh, Gamble, harder. I’m about to cum!” he shouted, as Gamble’s body tensed.

“Fuck!” Dream Gamble shouted, and with one last slam home, he exploded in the man’s ass.

It pulled Poe over the edge, and he could feel that wetness coating his thighs.

As the dream wavered, he felt the bed move.

He felt his world tilt.

As he lay there, he tried to focus, and slowly, the world was coming back to him.

Suddenly, Dream Gamble disappeared, and when he opened his eyes, the sun was out, and he was alone.

That’s when the nightmare reality hit.

Lifting the blanket, his pajama bottoms were pulled down, and there was cum everywhere.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Grabbing his phone, he pulled up the security, and pulled up the camera in Gamble’s room.

He saw the man stumble through, pull on jeans, and leave as quickly as he could.

Poe looked at the time stamp.

It was minutes ago.

Well, fuck.

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