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“’Kay,” he said, nodding his head as he pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock into my hand. I took that to mean he wanted more. Fuck, if I’d have realised he was going to be such a sweet, desperate mess, I’d have tried to figure my shit out a lot earlier.

I sped up as I pressed my kisses to the inside of his thigh, right by the seam of his leg where the skin was soft and tasted like sweat and musk and nothing would be visible to anyoneunless he stripped off and spread his legs. I sucked another mark in there, harder this time, and smirked as Devon’s hips jackknifed off the sofa, a deep moan ripping from his throat.

I kept jerking him as I slowly pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, breathing in the deep scent of him. It was so fucking heady that I’d never be able to get enough. I needed some way to bottle it so I could spray it on my fucking pillows or something. Fuck, I’d be stealing his underwear and smelling it if I could, and the thought of that made my own cock throb and drip into my boxers.

My tongue darted out and I licked a wide stripe around his shaft, my hand slowing as I focused on his reaction to my tongue. Devon groaned, one hand grabbing my hair and pulling as the other grasped the sofa beside him. I grinned to myself and licked him again, dragging my tongue higher up his cock and drawing more sweet whines from his lips.

Those were the sounds that I craved, the ones that quenched the need deep inside me and simultaneously made it hunger for more.

Precum dripped onto my tongue as I wrapped my lips around the silky skin of his cockhead, the taste unusual but not unpleasant and made all the better for the way Devon cried out. His fingers dug into my scalp as I began to suck him, slowly moving my mouth up and down his shaft until I figured out some sense of rhythm and what would trigger my gag reflex.

I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft to use in tandem with my mouth, the saliva dripping from my lips slicking his skin. Wet, sucking sounds mingled with Devon’s broken whimpers and moans as I worked him. All my energy was focused on bringing him pleasure, and his desperation sparked a new need inside me.

I’d never felt this level of want before, and the more Devon gasped, his body arching into my touch as he sought release, theharder I got. It was like my pleasure was tied to his in some way, and it almost threw me off guard.

“J-Jonny,” Devon said, his voice rough and broken. “I’m getting c-close. You can… you don’t have to.”

He groaned as I hummed around him, keeping my movements in perfect sync because the last thing I wanted was to change something and stop him from coming. If I’d learnt one lesson over the years, it was never change what was working, especially not when someone was close to their orgasm. Unless you wanted to edge them, but I wasn’t going to do that to Devon. Not today.

Devon’s hips bucked up, thrusting his cock into my mouth as he cried out, his shaft thickening in my grip. Breathless words stumbled from his tongue as he tried desperately to warn me, but they melted away into nothing except my name, spoken in a hushed whisper as his cock pulsed and filled my mouth with cum.

It took me a second to process as the salty liquid flooded my tongue, but I managed to swallow some before I choked and that drew another beautiful round of moans from Devon’s lips as the rest of his cum spilled out of my mouth and down my fist. I glanced along his body, drinking in the pleasure written across his face, knowing it was something I’d never forget.

An aching hunger rose inside me, possessive and desperate—the need to mark and claim and show him that he was mine. My cock throbbed inside my joggers, my orgasm rising unbidden inside me.

I slowly released Devon’s cock with a wet pop, saliva and cum pooling on his skin. He was watching me with wide eyes, mouth open and chest heaving, like he couldn’t quite believe what had happened.

But I wasn’t finished with him yet.

Gently pushing his legs off my shoulders, I pulled myself to my feet and used one hand to shove my joggers and boxers down around my knees. My legs were jelly from kneeling on the floor after the roughness of yesterday, but I’d take the consequences and be damned.

A harsh groan tore itself from my throat as I grasped my cock with slick fingers, using whatever cum of Devon’s had escaped as lube as I began to jerk off. My movements were rough, almost too much, but I was already so fucking close that I couldn’t stop.

The need to see Devon covered in my load drove me on, the dark voice inside me whispering all the possessive thoughts I’d never acknowledged before today. I would make him mine. And show him who he belonged to.

I gasped as my orgasm slammed into me with all the force of an entire front row, almost knocking me off my feet and making my head reel as I shot cum across Devon’s skin, painting his cock and his abdomen with my release.

I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful and I groaned his name into his mouth as I bent down to capture his lips in a filthy, possessive kiss.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Devon

I lay sprawledout on the sofa, my chest heaving and mouth open, Jonny’s cum sticking to my skin and mingling with my own. My head was spinning as the last vestiges of pleasure rippled through me, leaving my head empty of any thoughts exceptGod fucking damn.

I hadn’t expected any of that to happen when Jonny had arrived. Fuck, I hadn’t even been expecting it when he’d kissed me. I’d thought he’d have wanted to go slow, not spread me out and devour me like I was his last meal. He’d kissed me like he was starving, like this was his only chance to prove how much he wanted me.

Even thinking about it made me moan softly.

“You still with me?” Jonny asked as his eyes roamed over my face, a look of concern in his eyes. He’d gone from deeply jealous and possessive to sweet and gentle in the space of two minutes, and it was almost giving me whiplash. I wasn’t going to complain, though, because I didn’t want Jonny to think it was a bad thing.

In fact, I wanted him to do it again.

“Yeah, I think so.” I nodded and huffed out a breathless chuckle. “Jesus.”

“I’m going to go and grab something to clean you up. I’ll be back in a second.” He leant down and kissed me, and I melted underneath him. I never wanted to stop kissing him and I whined pathetically when he pulled away. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be right back.”

He pulled his joggers and boxers up and I watched his ass as he walked out of the room, allowing myself to stare at it without remorse for the first time. I’d always thought Jonny’s ass was cute, but every time I’d found myself staring I’d felt a wretched pang of guilt in my stomach. But now I could look as much as I wanted. And I was going to do just that.

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