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“Oh, fuck.”
I grin around him and take him deeper, lips wet, tongue working over every thick inch I can manage. He’s heavy on my tongue, the slight curve hitting just right as I suck him down halfway, then pull back to swirl my tongue around the head.
“Show-off,” he growls, voice ragged.
He fists my hair: firm, controlling, perfect, and starts to guide my rhythm, slow at first, then faster. I take it, wet and messy, spit slicking my lips as I hollow my cheeks and moan around him.
“Just like that,” he mutters. “Fuck, Scout. That mouth of yours.”
I look up at him, eyes wide and dark, and moan again. He twitches in my mouth.
“Get up,” he says, voice suddenly rough.
I pull off with a gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stand. He pushes me backward onto the bed, and I fall with a soft thud onto the plush mattress. He yanks my briefs off and throws them somewhere behind him without looking.
Then he climbs over me, mouth back on mine, all teeth and tongue and heat. His body is so big above mine, his muscles tense as he grinds down against me, both of us hard and desperate.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks against my throat, voice low. “Say it.”
“Yeah,” I pant. “God, yes.”
“Louder.”
“I want you to fuck me, Kendrix,” I breathe, and it comes out half a moan, half a plea. “I want your cock inside me. I want to feel it. All of it.”
He groans this deep, animal sound and reaches over to his nightstand. A condom. Lube. He tosses the wrapper aside and slicks his fingers. One presses into me slowly, and I arch under him, gasping. Then two. Scissoring. Stretching.
He watches my face the whole time.
“Still want to play the game?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He sheathes himself and grabs my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Then he pushes inside slow, careful, giving me time to adjust.
Holyfuck.
He’s thick, wider than I expected, stretching me open inch by inch. I moan and claw at the sheets, gasping for air as he bottoms out. The burn, the fullness—it’s everything.
He stills, breath harsh against my neck. “Okay?”
I nod frantically. “Yes. More than okay.”
He starts to move, hips rolling into me, building a rhythm that sends sparks flying behind my eyes. He’s rough but controlled, thrusting deep and hard enough to have the headboard knocking against the wall. My back arches, head thrown back, mouth open in a helpless moan.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Take it all, Scout. You take me so good.”
I lose it at the praise, whimpering, clutching his shoulders, holding on as he fucks me with the kind of purpose that says no one else will ever compare.
His hand wraps around my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts. I’m shaking, the heat curling low in my belly, building fast.
“I’m close,” I choke out.
“Come for me,” he growls, slamming into me. “I want to feel you fall apart.”
I cry out, spilling hot cum between us, body trembling. He follows seconds later, hips jerking as he spills into the condom with a groan torn straight from his soul.
For a second, we just breathe.
