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I take it all, letting his dick slide down my throat.

I don’t even gag.

I was made for this.

My cock stirs, hard again as he continues to work inside of me, his praise slipping from his tongue.

“Such a good boy. You love it rough. You love it when I fuck your throat. Such a good little slut. My little whore.”

My eyes slam into his, and he stutters, his thumb gently stroking over my cheek and then he comes, his head thrownback, the bitter spill of his seed hitting my tongue and then my throat.

I swallow it like he told me to, letting myself experience something I only dared to dream of, and even those were discarded in a fit of rage. But now, for just these few minutes, I’m letting myself have what I always told myself I couldn’t.

I’m letting myself have it.

For once in my goddamn life.

Chapter Seventeen

Gideon

“Are you going to freak out?” I ask, my eyes staring intently at Mitchell. He’s still naked, lying on the bed next to me, his face and body flushed, his pupils still blown out.

“Maybe in a bit.”

My finger drags up his arm, following the vein that’s popping out on his forearm.

“You’ll talk to me about it, if you do.”

“Yeah, I’ll try.”

That’s good enough for me. I just want him to try.

“How about we hang out here for a bit?”

“You did cut my shorts off.”

“Worth it,” I say as my tongue slides across my bottom lip. “Fucking delicious.”

Mitch’s cheeks darken, and I see his cock twitch between his legs.

“How about we go in the jacuzzi, or the pool? It’s warm out and we did work up a sweat.”

“Yeah, guess so. Whatever.”

I shift up and then stand, kicking off my clothes entirely. Mitchell’s gaze tracks down my body, and I flex, letting him see the ridges of muscles that I’ve carefully cultivated. I know he can’t take his eyes off me.

“Let’s go. Up.”

He rolls sideways and follows me toward the kitchen, but before we enter the main area, I hand him a towel.

“We go in naked, but until we get there, wear this.”

“What about your neighbors?”

“You’ll see,” I say and then grab two drinks from the fridge and lead him outside. Mitchell quickly wraps the towel around his waist and follows me, the sun almost stifling. By afternoon it’ll be sweltering. Good thing the jacuzzi isn’t hot. Just a lukewarm that will cool us down and be slightly refreshing.

“Right here,” I say as I lead Mitchell past a covered patio and toward the large in-ground pool, with a waterfall, a grotto, and a water slide. I bought the house with this backyard entirely done. A grandparent built this for his grandchildren. But the kids moved away right after it was finished, so they sold the house and moved as well.

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