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The thick, velvety shaft.
I even loved the way it was veined, and the soft base near his balls.
Everything about Peachel’s cock was exactly where I wanted to be.
He moaned as I squeezed my fist around him and brought the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in a few slow, deliberate circles.
“Gray, that feels amazing, but you know this doesn’t count, right? I’m edgingyou, not the other way around.”
A diabolical idea ran through my mind.
I pulled off, licking my lips and looking up at him.
The shadows from the far-off streetlights made shadows on his face, illuminating his eyes in green, then in yellow.
“I could edge you just as easily. Slow suck you, taking little breaks all night to come out here and pop your perfect fucking cock in my mouth, only giving you a minute each time.”
“Is that what you’re going to do?” he said, bucking his hips a little to push the tip of his dick back up against my lips.
I kissed his tip. “Maybe.”
“Or maybe you’re going to suck me off right now,” he murmured, reaching a hand down to stroke my hair. “Maybeyou’re going to let me come on your tongue, because I can see in your eyes how much you want to do it.”
“Your big ego never changes.”
“Neither does yours, and you love it.”
He had me figured out better than anyone ever had, though.
Of course I wanted it.
I always wanted him, no matter the consequences. I’d probably watch the whole world go up in flames if it meant I could have one more moment with Peachel.
For fuck’s sake.
Since when do I even think like that about anyone?
“There’s nobody like you, Peach.”
I went down on him again and the moment his dick was in my mouth he was off like a goddamn rocket.
He fucked my mouth, taking no time to start thrusting up toward my throat.
“Make me come,” he whispered under his breath.
God fuckin’ damn it, that makes me hard.
The sound of his low whisper was like a hypnotizing mantra, making me want to do it even more.
I forgot about the entire concept of edging.
Instead, all I wanted wasthis.
The intensity.
The raw physical urge that Andrew let loose when he was with me.
His intoxicating scent, and the way his cock seemed to be tailor-made for me.
