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My knees are wobbly as I stand and I take a moment to inhale deeply. I’ve never done this before—fucked a face or any of my fantasies we’ve fulfilled tonight—so I’m excited, but want to savor it. The pure lust on his face tells me it’s okay to let go for him. That he’ll happily take everything I give him and thank me for it.

“Shane, you are stunning, baby.” I fist his hair with one hand and cup his cheek with the other, raising his head slightly so he’ll look at me. “I’m going to let loose. I…I have no choice. I need it too badly.”

He groans as he lunges for my cock, wrapping his mouth around it completely until I can feel the back of his throat. I grab his hair with both hands to shove his face even further into my crotch and feel him gag around me.

I pull back out just to slam back in, over and over. I’m fucking his mouth so hard that I’m out of breath. Tears are streamingdown his face and drool is spilling from his lips. The sight only fuels me. I think for a moment I should stop to give him a breath, but I can’t control myself.

Shane gives me the power to let go.

I thrust hard, giving him no choice but to swallow around me as I lodge myself into the back of his throat. My cock is surrounded by his tight, wet heat and he reaches up to grab my hips, pulling me in impossibly further.

“Fuck!” I roar. “I’m coming!”

I’m bent over his head, my dick shoved so far down his throat that it must be difficult to breathe. I don’t have it in me to care though as my cum leaves me in violent spurts, taking every last inch of my energy and my sanity. I’m floating, brain completely offline as I bask in the euphoria coursing through me.

And, to my great surprise and insane pride, he swallows.

Using my grip on his hair, I pull him back slightly, seeing cum and spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He continues to swirl his tongue around my spent tip, savoring every last drop and moaning as he swallows.

He finally lets my cock slip free and looks up at me. “Good boy, kitten. Good. Fucking. Boy.”

My stomach somersaults at his praise. I could get used to hearing those words fall from his lush lips. I nod, pulling him to stand, and slam my mouth against his. His arms wrap around my neck as he shoves his tongue and the taste of me into my mouth.

We kiss for what feels like an eternity. It’s slow and sensual, giving us both a moment to refocus and bask in the afterglow. I’ve waited twenty-three years for a night like this and I find myself praying to gods that I don’t believe in that I’ll have another night to spend with him.

Shane ends the kiss, rubbing his cock against mine and I gasp when I feel it.

No…

“Did–Did you come, Shane?”

Without shame, he nods. “Hell yeah, kitten. I couldn’t stop it. That was the hottest experience of my life.”

Heat floods my face at his praise, but I force myself to make eye contact. “Mine too. Tonight was perfect, Shane. Thank you.”

He hugs me, squeezing lightly, and whispering in my ear, “You are such a good boy. How about a meal now? I say we’ve earned it.”

“Yes,” I blurt out. I’ve been hungry since I smelled the delicious aroma in the kitchen when I arrived. I was… a bit preoccupied before, but now my stomach is growling on cue, making Shane giggle.

Fuck me. I love that little giggle.

He lets go of me and walks over to his closet. He quickly grabs two fluffy robes and hands one to me. “Here. Let’s snuggle up, eat soup, and watch a movie. Should we watch a cheesy romance? Really feel the spirit of the holiday?”

His devious grin has me rolling my eyes as I wrap myself up. I nod in agreement and we make our way to the living room. For a moment, my steps stutter. We’re… This wasn’t a part of the plan. We were just supposed to fuck, right? That was it.

But I can’t deny that I want to stay. I want to be in his presence.

I want it more than words could ever describe.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Shane

“That hasto be the best bowl of soup I’ve ever had. Thanks for feeding me.”

I smile over at Beau who’s leaning back from the bar and rubbing his stomach in appreciation.

I shrug, trying to play it off as nothing, even though I spent hours in the kitchen making this. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did you save room for dessert?”

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