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“No, doll. I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you scream my name. Just like you wanted.”

He leant over and kissed me softly, his body blanketing mine for a moment, and I melted underneath him. Then he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted them, pushing them over my stomach and bending me in half. “Hold your legs for me, angel,” he said. “Just like this.”

With fumbling fingers, I wrapped my hands around the back of my knees and pulled them in close, making my aching muscles scream at the new stretch. I’d be sore tomorrow but I didn’t give a shit. I was too busy watching Jonny’s face filling with awe as he rubbed his thumb across my hole, his other hand slicking his cock with lube. I still hadn’t gotten my mouth on him, had hardly touched him at all in comparison, and at some point I’d talk to him about it.

But not now.

Not when he was lining his cock up and slowly pressing inside, his eyes fixed on my hole. All I could hear was our breathing, rough and ragged, as he pushed deep, melting into me and filling me with every inch. I gazed up at him in awe, a deep feeling of connectedness washing over me. I’d never felt anything like it, but it was almost like belonging… like this was where Jonny should have always been.

It was intense and overwhelming and when he looked down at me, I knew he felt it too.

“Devon,” he said, choking out my name as he bottomed out, his hands pressing on my thighs.

“Jonny.” I let go of my knees and reached up to cradle his head, drawing him in for a deep kiss, his body pushing my legs wider.

“I… You…” He breathed out the words against my lips, his voice shaking.

“I know,” I said. “I’ve got you.”

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered as he began to rock his hips, thrusting slow and deep, his cock splitting me open and sending pleasure racing straight to my core. “Always have been. Always will be.”

It wasn’t “I love you” but it didn’t need to be.

I kissed him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth and drawing a rumbling moan from his chest as he began to piston his hips faster. I groaned and gasped, my hands sliding down to squeeze his chest, gripping on for dear life as he fucked me.

I cried out as his cock hammered into me, my body gripping him tightly and pulling him deep with every thrust, grasping his shaft and milking pleasure out of him. My back arched, my head tipping back into the pillows as I surrendered to him, bliss consuming me as the heady pressure of my oncoming orgasm surged towards me.

“Jonny,” I cried out as my hand shot towards my cock, smearing precum down my shaft as I began to jerk myself furiously. “Jonny!”

“That’s it, doll,” he said, pushing my hips wider and thrusting deeper, the thick head of his cock tagging my prostate with every move. “Come for me. Want to see you.”

Another cry surged from my lips, his name leaping off my tongue as I worked my cock, my eyes falling closed as I lostmyself in sensation. It was all too much, the feeling almost overwhelming. But then Jonny groaned out my name and that was all it took to send me hurtling into oblivion.

Hot cum splattered my skin and when I managed to open my eyes, I saw hunger and devotion written across Jonny’s face as he chased his release, using me for his pleasure. “Look so beautiful when you come, Dev,” he said. “Gonna look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.”

“Need it,” I said. “Please, Jonny. I want it.”

“Can’t deny you, angel,” he said with a growl as he snapped his hips, fingers digging into my thighs. “Gonna give you whatever you want. Forever.”

And with those words, those perfect words, he came, filling me with his load and laying claim on every part of me, mind, body, and soul.

Not that he needed to.

We both knew I’d been his for the last fourteen years.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Jonny

Mason

YES OKAY I GET IT NOW. THE WALLS ARE VERY THIN!!!

I chuckledas I looked at the message, turning my phone to show Devon, who snorted and clapped his hand to his mouth, trying not to choke on his bite of strawberry cheesecake. The pair of us were sitting in bed eating two large slices left over from dinner that I’d pilfered from the fridge, making sure there was enough for Ryan to have some when he came back from work. I’d even dug some chocolate ice cream out of the freezer to go with it.

Mason hadn’t been downstairs when I’d gone down in my dressing gown, so I assumed he’d either shut himself in his room or gone to The Court to bemoan about having to listen to us to Ryan. I still didn’t know how he’d never figured it out before. We’d both been living here when West had been banging Rory, and Rory wasn’t exactly quiet.

“Maybe next time we should go back to mine,” Devon said with a smile. “Give them some privacy.”

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