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At the reality I’d actually spoken my desires out loud, I added a well placed, “Please.”

I didn’t want to sound demanding, after all.

Mitchell took my lips again, nipping at my bottom lip as he spread my precum along my already sticky shaft as he slowly pumped me.

“Are you sure, baby?” he murmured, positioning me back on thecouch so I was partially laying down, moving his body between my legs.

His fingertips slid up my exposed thighs as my underwear moved down to my knees. I shifted my body, and he gently pulled them down my calves, past my ankles, until they were discarded on the floor, leaving me fully naked from the waist down. I looked down at his face between my thighs, his dark eyes, and hair falling across his temple.

He was stunning, and he was kneeling before me, ready to take whatever I was willing to give.

And something about that realization gave me the courage to reach down, thread my fingers through his hair and push him toward my cock.

Mitchell didn’t miss a beat.

He wrapped his lips around my swollen head, and the relief was instant.

His warm mouth felt so fucking good.

He rolled his tongue around my shaft, grazing over my engorged veins, over my slit, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me.

I watched as he hollowed his cheeks, groaning with his own ecstasy as he built his rhythm. I let out a gutturalmoan as my hips rocked of their own accord. I gripped his hair with my fingers and I rode his face, shoving my cock down his throat without a second thought. His tongue lapped at my shaft as deep moans escaped him, throwing me over the edge.

It didn’t take long at all. Three licks, and he’d found the center of my proverbial tootsie roll pop as I moaned in ecstatic defeat, coming down his throat with a force I’d never felt.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I worried he might not be able to breathe—after all, most of my experience with women had taught me they could only take so much before they literally choked—but such was not the case with Mitchell, who swallowed every drop like my release was nothing more than his favorite drink.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, in absolute bliss, but eventually I came back down to earth when I felt Mitchell shift me once more.

“Feel better?” Mitchell asked, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

I curled my half-naked self against him, throwing my arm across hiship as Icuddledhim.

He was soft and warm, and safe.

And he made everything feel undeniablyperfect.

“Mhmmm,” I said dreamily.

Perhaps I still was dreaming. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. His facial hair scratched my forehead as his lips pressed a soft kiss to my skin.

“Good. Now get dressed so I can get you home before midnight. I know you need the rest.”

“I don’t want to go home,” I murmured sleepily.

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t awkward or strange.

It felt comfortable. Because I knew he was there.

“I don’t want you to go home either,” he whispered. And for the moment that was enough.

The room was silent and I zoned out to the ramblings of the movie and Mitchell’s steady heartbeat.

Mine beat in unison with his, and I knew I was a goner.

I was one hundred percent gay for Mitchell DeVille, and I was absolutely head over heels in love with him.

Patient, sarcastic, and sexy as all hell.

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