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His breath hitches, and he runs a hand through my hair, grabbing it and forcing my head up.

“I am about thirty seconds from unloading into your pretty mouth,” he smirks at me. “Get ready to swallow, Nipples.”

Fuck yes.

I suck him so fucking hard, my jaw is going to ache for a week. Worth it.

Hot cum pours down my throat and out the corners of my mouth as he groans out my name like a prayer.

As soon as he’s done, Booker slips from my mouth and drops to the floor in front of me. He grabs the sides of my face and starts licking the cum that escaped down my chin. I surge forward once he’s done and claim his mouth like he just claimed mine.

“Nicky, I don’t think you realize how fucking sexy that was. I need you naked and on that bed. Now.”

Of course, I scramble to my feet to get bare for him.

Coming here to see him, I hoped that he would hear me out, and I was fully prepared to leave here heartbroken. Instead, I have a belly full of my stepbrother's cum, and my ass is next.

I’m the happiest man in the world.

Chapter fourteen

Booker

This evening is not going how I thought it would, and I couldn’t be happier.

I was expecting to watch in solidarity as Meredith went through her “pick me, choose me, love me” speech, but it turns out, I can’t relate.

Because my man did pick me.

And now he is naked, lying spread out on my bed. I stare at him, frozen, not able to decide where to start first. Eating his ass, sucking his dick, frotting, or getting straight to stretching him out so I can stuff him full of my dick. I know I came less than ten minutes ago, but I am ready to go again. I just don’t know where to start.

“Booker, this is torture. Please, baby, I need you,” whines Nicky. He fists his dick and slowly strokes himself. It’s enough to get me moving. I slap his hand away from his cock and blanket his body with mine, claiming his mouth.

Nicky in any scenario is amazing, but like this, putty in my hands, whining, desperate, needy for me, I think this might bemy favorite. Happiness bubbles within me. I have him. He’s mine. He chose me.

I angle his face so I can kiss him deeper, loving that he still tastes like my cum.

“I need lube. I wanted to eat your ass, but that’ll have to be next time. I want to watch our cocks explode together.” I say against his lips. His whimper tastes delicious.

I reach under the pillow for the bottle of lube. “I’ve been jerking off a lot since I met you. I needed it close by” I say in response to his raised eyebrow.

“And the nightstand isn’t close?”

“It might as well be Australia.”

His laugh stops before it really gets started as I wrap my lubed up hand around our cocks, bracing myself with the other.

I slowly start moving, enjoying the feel of his hardness against mine. Looking away isn’t an option. His tight, fat balls, rubbing against mine, the way Nicky’s hips start trusting, fucking himself in my hand, his hands in gripping my hair. There isn’t one thing I don’t love about this moment.

“Booker.” I look up, and his eyes, practically black with lust, are on me. “I need more. Please.”

Like fuck am I going to deny him anything?

“Fuck my hand.” I gasp out and begin to thrust in my hand, the tip of my dick catching the underside of his mushroom head.

Nicky lets out a groan that could wake the dead. He pulls my lips to his in a sexy, sloppy kiss, and jackhammers his hips.

I’m surrounded by him completely. My dick doesn’t care that I came minutes ago. I’m ready to explode again. Mark his delicious abs in my cum. Fuck, I need to get him there, too.

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