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It doesn’t take long for his cock to fill all the way up, standing hard and jutting in front of my face, begging for attention. I glance up at him to find him already watching me, bright irises almost fully eclipsed by his pupils as he stares down at me with a feral type of hunger taking over his face.

“Suck me,” he whines, trying to guide my mouth to the tip of his length. The pout of his full pink lips is the cutest fucking thing. “Please, daddy.” His voice gets seductively low, and he knows I can never resist it. Him begging me for anything is my fucking kryptonite.

He’smy kryptonite… but I knew that from the start. In no universe would I have ever been able to turn him down or resist him. And his bratty side is just as fucking sexy and irresistible as his sweet side. Both sides of the same coin, created perfectly for me.

My tongue licks a hot line up from the base to his tip, his body shuddering as I do. I reach up, taking one of his pebbled nipples between my fingers, tweaking and teasing as my lips close around him. The salty flavor of his pre-cum drips onto my tongue, sending shock waves through my entire body.

Elias throws his legs over my shoulders, both hands planting on the back of my head, fingers weaving through the slick strands. I take him to the back of my throat, holding him there as I swallow around him. He moans and pants, body trembling as I take my time with him.

Slow, teasing licks down the blue vein on his underside, quick flicks of the tongue on the thick ridge beneath his tip, teeth nipping at his inner thigh; not a single part of his groin left untouched. Lying him on his back, my tongue travels farther down, hands spreading his firm mounds open, exposing his tight, pink, puckered hole to me. My mouth waters as I run the flat of my tongue over it, featherlight, his thighs squeezing the sides of my head.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he moans, and when I peer up at him, tongue still lapping him up, he’s propped himself up on his elbows as he watches me devour him.

Spitting on his hole, I rub my index finger in circles around his entrance before pushing inside, past the muscle, taking his cock back in my mouth. With attention spent on both ends, it doesn’t take long before he’s spilling down my throat, his body shaking, my name falling from his parted lips on a loop.

Elias slides into the pool in front of me once he finishes, grabbing my face between his hands, and sealing our lips together. Tongue thrusting into my mouth, he moans when he tastes himself on me, and he reaches down, taking me into his palm.

He pumps me long and slow, his tongue caressing mine, lips moving together in perfect synchrony. Elias is my perfect match in every single way, and if there is such a thing as soulmates, he’s one thousand percent mine. Nobody could ever convince me otherwise.

The way we so effortlessly and beautifully push and pull, giving each other exactly what the other needs.

Nipping at my bottom lip, he pulls back, eyes drinking me in as he strokes me faster. “Come for me, daddy.” The words are spoken softly, angelic almost, as he watches me through his lashes, lip between his teeth.

He leans in, lips brushing over the flesh on my neck, tongue dipping out and licking a stripe up to my ear before he nips the lobe. I groan, heat pooling at the base of my spine as my nuts draw up tight. He smiles. I can feel it against the side of my face as he whispers three words into my ear he’s never said before.

“I… love… you.”

That does it. Those words, paired with his soft hands and the tight grip, send me over the cliff into oblivion. My body tightens as my cock throbs a moment before it erupts. My hand finds purchase on his ass, holding him to me as my head drops back onto my shoulders, chest rumbling with a groan.

Once the last drop drips out, I pull back slightly, just to get a good look at Elias, whose cheeks are pink, eyes watching me warily.

“Did you mean that, or were you just saying that in the heat of the moment?” My heart hammers behind my ribs as I wait for his response on bated breath.

“I mean it,” he confirms, and it’s not until this very moment that I realize how much I needed to hear that, and how much it would’ve broken me had he went with the latter. “I love you, Zeke. I think I’ve known that for a while, but I was too scared to say it out loud. In fear that, I don’t know, maybe saying it would pop our bubble.”

Hand around the back of his neck, I pull him to me, placing a soft kiss on his lips before whispering against them, “I love you too, Elias.”

Chapter Forty-Four

Elias Carnell

RawDogTop47: Welcome back, PinkBussy69! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.

GingerPowerHouse: Lookin’ sexy as always.

GingerPowerHouse tipped 100 coins.

Music filters softly through the speakers of my MacBook as I set up a chat room on PowerPeach.com, getting ready to do the first live show I’ve done in months. When everything went down with my mom, and Zeke, and then Elena, work kind of took the back burner, and it was okay because I’m great at saving my money, but I don’t want my savings to dwindle completely, so it’s time I get back to work.

There haven’t been many VIP parties I could work lately either. With it being winter now, they’re kind of few and far between. Or they’re in locations I don’t want to drive to, like New York or Chicago. If it’s not within at least eight hours of me, frankly, I’m not into it anymore. My car is about on his last life. Zeke’s been hounding me to let him buy me a new one, and I refuse.

Thoughts of Zeke, though, bring a smile to my face. A wide, unabashed smile. After we fooled around in the pool yesterday afternoon, we grilled steak and baked potatoes, and curled up on the couch in the media room and had a movie marathon until close to three in the morning. We may or may not have also fucked around a handful of times in the process, effectively wearing us both out. I swear, we were so tired, we crashed the moment our heads hit the pillow.

It was a little weird at first, sleeping in the same room Zeke and my mom slept in, but he ended up getting a brand-new bed for us and giving the old one to my mom. He ended up admitting to me that their relationship was never sexual, which, oddly, made me feel better. Not that the betrayal hurt any less for her, but selfishly, I like knowing he was never with anyone else after me. And looking back, the signs were there. They’ve always had a playful relationship; it’s obvious they’re close, but I can’t recall a single moment when I saw them being affectionate with each other.

Our relationship, from the outside looking in, probably seems a little backcountry weird, and we have gotten quite a few strange looks out in public since we decided to open up about our relationship, but for the most part, everyone that matters has been extremely open-minded about it.

Apparently, Enzo told Katie that he had his suspicions, and he was quite smug about being right. It makes me wonder how many other people had any sort of inkling about us. Aside from Katie and my mom, Jordan seemed the most appalled about the news. Not necessarily in a bad way, but he was shocked, to say the least. Thankfully, we’ve been able to remain friends—not that Zeke is thrilled about that. He is actually now dating Waylon, Enzo’s friend, who I met at mine and Katie’s housewarming party. I don’t know how they met, but they seem to be smitten with one another.

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