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I hissed, and he repeated the action, settling his ass onto my groin.
“Your dick is perfection,” he moaned, leaning back, hands on my knees. “Want it every day—tell me I can have you whenever I need you.”
“Anytime, baby,” I promised, my voice wrecked from the amount of love in my heart for this dear boy.
He hummed his appreciation and began to move, rocking his hips, dragging my cock in and out of his hot hole, easily keeping me in the moment with him.
“Your ass…fucking perfect for me, boy. You weremadefor me.” I ran my hands up his taut stomach to his pecs, flicking the rings in his nipples.
“Yes,” he hissed. “You make me feel so fucking good.” He cursed again, sitting forward to sink his fingers into my chest hair. “Better than my fantasies, every wet dream I ever had of you.”
I chuckled, gently thrusting in time with him riding my dick like he’d been born to do. Toying with his nipple rings caused him to shudder and shake until sweat beaded on his brow and slickened our skin where we rubbed together.
Pupils blown and lips parted, Jimmy stared at me like I was the one who made the sun rise on his face every morning, as if I gave him reason to open his eyes to greet another day.
“Christ, Jimmy,” I choked out, emotions swelling in my chest to the point my heart felt like it was going to explode. “You’re so goddamned beautiful—my sweet angel. Fucking love you.”
“Love you too, daddy,” he stated breathless, a sassy smirk on his lips.
I swatted his ass, grabbed his shoulders, and yanked him down, clasping him tight in the cage of my arms. “Told you not to call me that.”
“What are you gonna do?” He trembled on the edge of release, panting against my mouth while gyrating his hips to fuck himself on my cock. “Spank me? Please?”
“Later,” I promised, easing up on my hold of him so I could snake a hand between us. “Right now, I want you to come all over me. Rub your spunk into my skin so a part of you will always be with me.”
“Oh God,” he croaked, his hips speeding up as he chased release.
“Then I’m going to love on my needy boy until you’re hard again, begging me to let you come.”
Jimmy whined and sat upright, hands on my knees while arching, working in time with my upward thrusts. “Oh, fuck—right there.” He moaned, pouty lips parted. “Gonna come,” he gasped, and I took him in hand.
“Yes—my good boy. Give it to me.” Two strokes, and he cried out, dick pulsing in my grip, spurts of wet heat splattering over my chest and abs. “That’s it, baby,” I crooned, while stabbing against his prostate and milking him dry.
He shuddered and stilled atop me, completely spent.
But his loving had revived my body, given energy to my depleted muscles and mind.
I pulled my aching cock from his warmth and flipped him onto the mattress. Smearing some of his spunk into my skin, I stared at his flushed face and lush mouth. With what was left of his release, I lubed up my dick and sank into his gaping hole.
We both hissed, and I lifted his knees, pushing them toward his head. “Ready for me to wreck you, baby boy?”
“Please,” he whispered up at me, tears welling in his eyes. “Need it—needyou. Fill me up and make me whole, Sutton.”
I leaned forward and took his mouth, setting my focus on loving him fully until he passed out from pleasure beneath me.
Chapter 38
Jimmy
Istared at the simple grave marker I’d used my boot to dust free from snow.
An “R” lay etched in cold rock below me. A cold fucking grave—fitting.
“I signed over your house to some stranger last week, and even though I live here in Pippen Creek again, I’m not allowing memories of your bullshit to haunt me,” I informed the frigid stillness of the town’s graveyard, white puffs of air exiting my lungs. “There’s no forgiveness in my heart for you. Never will be. But therapy is helping me to crawl from beneath the trauma you rained over me for years. I’m going to live my own life now, exactly how I want, without any bullshit from you in my head to tell me I’m nothing more than a worm.”
I huffed a laugh, hunching tighter into my ugly coat Sutton insisted I wear this morning. Thankfulness for his caring flooded through me as it always did when thoughts of my boyfriend filled my head—which was more often than not.
“I’m madly in love with a man—your son is a flaming gay who gets off on sucking dick and taking it up the ass. You would be so proud of me.” I snorted, lifting my chin, never more pleased with how I owned my truth. “I wish you could feel the munchingof bugs andrealworms eating your ashes, digesting them, then shitting you back out.”
