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He shuts me up with his mouth and pops the cap off the lube, squeezing a little bit onto his finger to tease my ass with it. I jolt and dig my nails into his abs, my heart fucking flying at the thought of what comes next.

I’m about to get fucked.

By a fucking guy.

By my fucking guy.

And my dick’s never been harder.

He smirks like he knows it and slides a single finger inside me to stretch me out, swallowing the desperate ass moans leaving my throat with his own. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip while he adds a second one and I rake my hand through his hair, holding him down on me while I roll my hips up to fuck his hand.

“Lev..”

“What, Wren?” he teases, slowing his pace.

“I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

He laughs lightly and pulls his fingers out, sitting back on his heels to rub a shit load of lube all over his cock. “You want this?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want it,” I rush out, moaning again when he slides the tip over my hole. “Fuck, please, Lev.”

He grins and gently pushes the head inside me, snatching my hip to keep me still when I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs, already wanting more. At first it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, but then he slides it in a little further and I wince, squeezing my eyes shut so hard they burn.

“Fuck.”

“Breathe, man,” he rasps, sounding like he’s in as much pain as I am. “Open your eyes and relax for me, okay?”

I do as I’m told and release the breath I was holding, forcing my body to calm the fuck down before it decides to jump off his dick and make a run for it. I nod and he slowly eases the rest of the way in, not stopping until he’s buried balls deep inside me. We groan as one and he runs his hand over my inner thigh, holding me there a minute while my body adjusts to the fullness.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight.”

“No shit,” I mutter, making him laugh.

He reaches over to grab my jeans from the edge of the bed and I lift my head, confused.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to see,” he explains, pulling my phone from my pocket to take a picture of me.

He passes it to me and I take it, biting my lip when I get a look at the way his thick cock stretches my asshole.

“Fuck me, Lev,” I whisper, tossing it to the side to grab both sides of his neck. “Hard.”

He growls and falls down on me, holding himself up with one elbow beside my head while he grinds his hips on me to do as he’s told. He wraps his fist around my cock and my eyes roll, my nails scratching up the sides of his neck while I pull his mouth back to mine. He kisses me like he’ll die if he doesn’t and I kiss him back, tipping my head back for him when he moves his mouth down to my neck. He sucks on the pulsing vein there, making me shake while he marks me with his tongue and his teeth, but then he freezes on top of me and I frown, following his line of sight to the phone next to my head.

“What the fuck is that?”

Shit.

Chapter Twenty-One

Levi

He moves to grab it before I can so I snatch his wrists to stop him, pinning them to the bed above his head. I hold them there with one hand and pick up his phone with the other, clicking on the image of me and him I saw just now to get a better look at it.

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