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I’m trying to give him time to adjust, but I can’t help the aborted little thrusts my hips are doing. He just feels so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything this good in my life. His hands leave my hair, but it’s likehe doesn’t know what to do with them because they’re gripping my shoulders, moving to my back, digging in and releasing like he’s not sure if he wants to drag me closer or push me away.

I pull out, pausing when the tip of my cock is holding him open, and thrust back in.

“Fuck, Darce,” he moans, clenching around my cock and making me almost delirious with the need to fuck him, to chase the pleasure his body is offering. “I’m so close.”

A laugh bubbles up in my chest before I can stop it. His eyes fly open and he glares at me. “Youjustcame.” I punctuate my words with another slow thrust, mostly because I’m worried about hurting him, but also because I’m going to lose it myself if I don’t.

He starts trembling, his voice breathless and whiny when he says, “I know. I can’t help it. You have some kind of magic dick. Feels good. So good. Please. Oh fuck—please,pleasepleaseplease.”

Holy fuck.

My body takes over from my mind as I lose all control of myself. I set an almost punishing pace. Every single thrust has his back arching and his nails biting into my skin, leaving a burn in their wake. His hole is pulsing around me, milking me. I grip his thigh, giving myself over completely to the feel of his body, the way he’s shaking, and the litany of moans pouring from his lips.

“This… this is what you were—Oh God, oh fuck—worried about,” he chokes out. “You feel so—ohfuckohfuckohfuck.”

I roll my hips, angling my next thrust perfectly and he absolutely shatters—his entire body goes taut, every muscle tensing as he throws his head back with a whimper. His hole tightens around my cock, forcing me to stop thrusting as his dick throbs against my stomach and soaks both of us in cum.

The rhythmic pulsing of his body around me has me gasping, and all it takes is one slow grind of my hips and I’m coming, my cock throbbing inside him. I’ve never fucked someone without a condom, and something about knowing I’m filling him with my cum has me coming so hard I can’t even see. My vision whites out as I drop all my weight onto his chest and press my forehead to his collarbone.

His body goes slack, his hands resting on my back instead of clawing at it as we lie together, and I work out how to breathe again. I raise up enough to cover West in kisses. His throat, his jaw, and his eyelids, before settling my lips on his. He cups my head while we kiss. It’s slow and lazy and perfect. Fuck. I’m in love with him, aren’t I? That’s why I was so scared to tell him about my sexual preferences. Because I love him.

My chest aches with the realization. God, I love him. I can’t tell him yet. I just can’t, so instead, I kiss him deeper, brushing my tongue across his lower lip before slipping it past his parted lips. I lose track of time while we kiss, but I’m forced to stop when my soft cock slips from his hole and he winces. “Fuck. Did I hurt you?”

“No. That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” I watch him, trying to make sure he’s telling the truth. “What does it look like?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

“Your cum dripping out of me. I can feel it. What does it look like?”

This man is going to end me. I’m going to die. He’s going to kill me. I press one more kiss to his lips and sit back, pushing his thighs toward his chest so I can see. The sight of my cum dripping from his hole onto the bed shouldn’t be so hot, but my dick is twitching, trying to rally even though I just came harder than I ever have in my entire life.

I catch the leaking cum with my thumb without conscious thought and push it back into his body, making him moan in the process. “Jesus, West. It’s fucking hot.”

“I wanna see,” he mumbles.

I pull my thumb free of his hole and climb off the bed in search of my phone. Grabbing it from the pocket of my pants, I rush back to him and kneel between his spread legs.

Instead of taking a photo, I hit the record button. I hold the phone with one hand and push my cum back into him with the other, waiting until more leaks out before doing it again. When he’s twitching and moaning, I stop recording and hand the phone to him. I take in his face, watching as his eyes widen. “Holy shit, Darce. That’s so fucking hot.”

“Told you,” I say, chuckling a little.

He tosses the phone to the side and squeezes his eyes closed. “You’ve ruined me.”

I curl up against his chest, running my fingers down his throat. “You’ve ruined me too. Let’s go shower. We’re a mess.”

After our shower, we’re sitting side by side on West’s bed and he’s barely talking to me and something about that has me a little panicky. “Are you okay?” I ask, holding my breath.

His lips tilt up in a sweet smile. “Yeah, Darce. I’m amazing. I’m just trying to figure out a way to ask you to stay without you telling me you can’t be here all the time.”

“I’ll stay,” I interject. I don’t want to leave. Not even a little.

His shoulders slump. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you.”

I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re not. Leaving wasn’t in my plans at all anyway. So you didn’t even need to ask.”

He holds me to him, and I settle into his warmth. I’ve got it bad. “Do you think you can read to me again?” I ask into his throat.

He hums. “Of course. Will you lie in my lap again?”

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