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He tentatively starts licking my hole again, moaning whorishly each time I swallow around him.

"Yeah, you love this, don't you?" I snarl, sliding off to pump his wet shaft. "Love having my mouth on this virgin cock."

He whimpers.

"Tell me how much you love it." I squeeze him tighter, and his cock pulses as my strokes turn rougher.

He moans, thighs tensing. "Please. . . . more."

"Yeah? Love getting this virgin cock sucked?"

"Yes, yes!"

I swirl my tongue around the swollen head, relishing his slick bitterness. "Tell me who this cock belongs to now."

He hesitates for just a second before whimpering, "You."

"Damn right." I take him down to the root as I readjust to fuck his open mouth with shallow thrusts.

He chokes around my invading cock, throat spasming. I pull back just enough to let him gasp once before driving deep again.

The dual sensations quickly have me hurtling toward the edge. With a final slam down his throat, I unleash my load with a guttural groan.

Devon frantically gulps to swallow it all until my moan vibrating around his cock triggers his own violent climax.

I swallow every spurt eagerly as he thrashes beneath me, then I climb off and gather him close, enveloping his slender frame with my larger one, skin to skin.

He melts into me with a contented hum, tucking his face into the curve of my shoulder.

I brush gentle kisses over his sweat-damp temples, along his sharp jawline, beneath the hollow of his throat. My hands glide slowly up and down the knobs of his spine, tracing nonsense patterns.

I want to imprint the memory of his body under my palms, to run my hands along him so many times, I know him better than.

It’s a need that goes far past lust or passion.

I. Want. Him.

All of him.

But the deal is just for tonight.

He isn’t mine, not really, and that aches in a way that leaves me breathless.

Gradually, his breaths even out and deepen into sleep.

I press one last lingering kiss to his messy hair, a sweet yet sad tenderness filling me for this prickly, contrary, vulnerable boy before I fall asleep as well.

Chapter 6

Morninglightfiltersthroughthe torn, dark green curtains, pulling me from sleep. I stretch, wincing at the pleasant ache in my muscles as memories of the night wash over me. Devon's soft cries and trembling body beneath mine. . .

I shake the thoughts away, gathering my scattered clothes from the dingy floorboards. Behind me, the sheets rustle.

I glance back, and Devon watches me warily, clutching the sheets to his bare chest. His guarded response douses the contentment I felt waking up together.

"You're safe, Devon. Our deal's done. I won't touch you again unless you ask."

He continues staring wordlessly, a flush creeping up his neck. His lips part as if to speak before pressing closed again.

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