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Because he sounded so damn sexy, it was a crime.

Somewhere in the background, the movie droned out and the music played, but it was white noise.

“God, yes, Penn. Can’t you see what you do to me? You are killing me,” I said as I watched him slide his hand over his giant, jean-clad erection, rubbing himself. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Penn slowly slid his hand up and over his covered cock, his head hitting the back of my couch as his eyes closed.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice all screwed up. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” I said reassuringly, watching as he squeezed his cock, the sound of another whimpering cry escaping his throat.

“Look how well you handle your cock. I bet you’d handle mine just as nice,” I purred, stroking myself.

The heat, the tension, my own dark and desperate voice mixing with Penn’ssoft cries was like a firework all on its own.

“Mitch...” he whimpered, his voice all screwed up.

Hearing my name uttered from his lips like that was enough.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, my balls tightening and my cock pulsing as the words left me.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” my voice strained as I hurried to shift my shirt, giving myself enough of a space to unload on my abs, but I sorely missed, and rope after rope of my cum clung to the satin like Velcro.

I pulled at my buttons, shifting out of my shirt and crumpling it up. Using it to wipe up the last remains of my release, it wasn’t until Penn let out a strangled sound that I remembered exactly who I was with, and what had transpired.

I tossed my shirt to the floor, pulling up my jeans as I set my sight on Penn, who looked to be in pain.

I rushed over to him, noting his hand was still squeezing his cock tightly through his pants.

He breathed deeply. His gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concern flooding me.

“I’m so hard it hurts,” he muttered.

“Tell me what you need, Penn.” I swallowed nervously.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about here. If you want some privacy or?—”

He lifted his head from the couch, his glassy blue eyes full of awe and excitement, and... fear.

“No,” he shook his head, his gaze imploring mine.

I ran my hand across his collarbone, letting my fingers find the edges of his hair.

He licked his lips, his entire body relaxing under that one, small touch.

For Penn, this was it.

There was no going back after this.

“I wantyouto make me come.”

CHAPTER 20

Penn

I wantyou to make me come.

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