Page 89 of Wild Stars

His cock weeps with arousal, and his breath is rapid.I know he’s close.

“Please, Matty...”he begs, and the sound is like music to my ears.

“Please what, Dare?”I have him exactly where I want him.

“Please, let me come...please, please, please...”

“Oh, I don’t know...”I taunt him, enjoying the sight of him wriggling beneath my touch, of his cock glistening in the light.

Dare whines again, and I slide the plug in completely.

He cries out with a groan that makes my own cock strain against my pants.I can feel a fresh bead of precum forming at my head and I know if I am not careful I, too, will come.

Because the sight of him like this is absolutelyperfect.

He was made to bemine.

His body takes the plug easily, squeezing of its own accord.

“Promise you will do as I say?”I lick him from base to head.

“I promise,” he whines.“Please, just let me come.”

The whimper in his voice tells me he is close to breaking and I need to pull back.

So, I do.

“That’s a good boy.Come for me, now, my little wild star.”

The moment I take him into my mouth and pull the plug out, he breaks.

His hot release fills my mouth, and he lets out a string of curses and words that make no sense at all as I swallow him down like a cold glass of water.

When I’m finished, I gaze down at him, at the look of utter bliss on his face.

I set to cleaning him up, and he murmurs something I can’t quite hear.

“What was that?”I ask.

He breathes deep, then says, “I love you.”

Time stops.

And once again the ghosts I had long buried threaten to become tangible once again.

The desire to respond, to tell him, I love him, too, is paralyzing.

“Matty...”His voice is small, hesitant.

“You should eat something and get some rest,” I reply.

Dare sits up on his elbows, the covers falling from him to expose the sight of of his stitched up heart tattoo.

Can you stitch me back together, Darren?

Can I let you?

“It’s late, and we have a big day tomorrow.”

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