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He gives me a small laugh, which quickly turns into a moan as he continues to watch me touch him. Of course he likes it. I can hear the way he wants it. And he feels good. Soft, hard, so different from my own dick and yet just right.

“Yeah, of course I like it, Dean. This is like a dream come true. I can’t believe…” My thumb slides over his slit and he bites his bottom lip. “…this is happening.”

“It’s happening.”

I tighten my fist around him slightly and he grunts, arching his hips up as I drag my fist down to the base of his dick.

“It so is. But I may die, Dean. I may die from this.”

I can’t help the smirk that moves my lips. “Don’t die, Avery. I have a lot of things I want to try with you.” I bite down on his neck, making him thrust toward me.

“Oh god. Oh, yes. Mark me.”

“You want me to own you?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

I do it again, leaving his skin pink and raised as I continue to work him with my hand, my other moving into his hair, smearing some grease across his jaw as I go. My lips finally find his and our tongues tangle, my dick wanting release. I want to come all over him, to paint his skin white.

I want to mark him as mine.

“You’re mine, you know that, Avery?” I growl, and he whimpers.

“Yes. Yours,” he murmurs as I mess him up further.

Avery starts to whine, his fingernails digging into my shoulders as he clutches me, kissing me, sucking on my tongue. With a feral moan, he finally erupts, spilling over my fingers and onto his thighs.

I let him come down slowly, kissing him through it as his body trembles. And when we finally part, my fingers slipping from his cock, he lets out a contented sigh.

“How was that?” he asks.

“Hot.”

He peers down at my dick, straining out toward him.

“Seems you need something as well. Help me down.”

I do as I’m told, and he stands in front of me, wetting his lips.

“You know what I thought when I first met you? When you were interviewing me?” he asks, his finger reaching out and tracing the tip of my dick. His touch makes me shiver, but I still manage to say, “Tell me.”

“I thought, I want to suck that man’s dick.”

I exhale loudly, and Avery peers up at me. “Can I do that, Dean? Please, can I choke on your big, fat dick?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, and before I can say anything else, he’s on his knees, his hands running up my thighs, his lips on the head of my cock. And before I can even inhale, he’s pulling me into his warm, wet mouth. My fingers thread through his hair, holding on as he takes me deeper and deeper. So far, in fact, that I know I’m down his throat. I can feel the muscles contracting around me, making me groan. I sound like I’m losing my fucking mind. I haven’t gotten head in ages. Years. Fuck.

Fuck.

My hips start thrusting, my fingers digging into his scalp, and all the while he hums happily, his gaze on me. Those beautiful eyes watch me as I stare down at him, my dick disappearing into his mouth over and over. The way he drools for it, wet and sloppy.

Everything about this is too much. Too much.

I tug on his hair so roughly that he hisses around me, but I can’t stop. It’s too fucking good.

“Avery,” I growl as my cock jerks, my balls drawing up, the sensation of coming barreling through me. He knows what’s coming, he can feel it in the tremble moving up my thighs, but he doesn’t pull away. He only seems to sink deeper.

My muscles spasm, my head thrown back as my cock pumps a load into his mouth. He swallows it down, moaning happily as he does, as if he wanted to do this, wanted to drink my cum.

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