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“Joey,” he pants.

“Yeah?” I murmur against his mouth, my palms smoothing over his ass.

“I’m going to lie on this bed,” he says.

“Okay?”

“Andyou’regoing to get up on this bed.”

“Sure.”

“And then you’re going to king me.”

My confusion must be written across my face because Brad goes on without my having to ask.

“Treat me like your throne, king, and sit on my motherfucking face.”

The wave of lust that hits me has me grunting, my cock bucking against Brad’s thigh.

“Is that a yes?” he checks.

“Yeah,” I manage.

“Good,” he says, letting me go and falling back against the mattress, an angel on bright white sheets. “And Joey?”

“Uh-huh,” I rasp.

“Leave the belt on.”

It takes me a moment to speak past my dry throat. “Whatever you want, boomer.”

Brad’s laugh curls inside my chest the same way the man himself managed to. He’s wrapped around my heart, and no matter where we go from here, no matter where life takes us, I know that will never change.

Chapter 31

Brad

Joey hops up onto the bed, his belt swaying with the movement in a way that has me fighting back a groan. He looks like a wet dream. A god of hardwood and hammers.

“So much better than a Halloween costume,” I mutter.

“What’s that?” Joey asks.

“Not important,” I say, tugging on his leg. “Get over here and sit on my face, man. I want my tongue up your ass.”

“Fuck me.”

“And then that, yes,” I heartily agree.

Joey swings his leg over my head, reminding me of the times we’ve 69ed. This time, however, it’s his ass staring me in the face instead of his cock. With a happy hum, I grab hold of his tool belt and tug him down to meet me.

Joey lets out a strangled noise, his weight settling over my face. He tries to ease upwards, to give me more space maybe, but I don’t let him. I hold his belt tight and run my tongue over his asshole, my own cock throbbing at the single touch.

I’ve always loved having my partners ride my face. Granted, this is the first time a man is treating me like their own personal bicycle seat. Joey, specifically. But the sheer size of him, the power I know is leashed beneath my fingertips, his thick-as-fuck thighs cradling my head, and his weight all but smothering me…

I don’t think it gets better than this.

Joey moans deeply as I work my tongue against him without restraint, the vibration of his pleasure like static beneath my hands. I grip the belt tighter, keeping him in place, running my tongue up and down flatly before pressing against him. His whole body shakes, a tremor, and I do it again, feeling his muscles loosen and his body go lax. Joey starts rocking against me, and I can barely breathe, but it’s perfect.

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