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“No,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “Let me finish. If I have to give up everything, if I have to walk away from my life, from whatever future I thought I had planned. I will. Because none of it matters without you.”

David’s eyes burn with something fierce, something untamed, and I know that if he lets me go now, if he walks away, I won’t stop him. Not this time. This time, it has to be his choice.

A muscle in his jaw ticks. He looks at me like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my face. And then, finally, he speaks. “It was never about money. Never about the estate, or the inheritance, or anything else.”

I nod, my throat tight. “I know.”

His hands clench, then release. “The only thing that mattered was you.”

I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry. “David…”

“My parents,” he says suddenly, shaking his head. “They’re not a good force in my life. They never have been. They twisted everything, made me think that if I didn’t follow their rules, I’d lose everything. But the only thing I lost was you.”

I step closer, close enough that I can feel the warmth of him. “And now?”

His fingers brush against mine, tentative at first, then firmer. “Now… I don’t want to lose you again.”

My breath catches. His grip tightens. And then, before I can say another word, he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth against mine.

The kiss is desperate, full of everything unsaid, everything we lost, everything we’ve fought so hard to ignore. His hands slide into my hair, his body pressed against mine as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, I’ll disappear again.

But I won’t. Not this time.

We break apart, just enough for me to whisper, “Then don’t.”

His forehead rests against mine, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I hear him laugh, soft, breathless, full of relief.

“Stay,” he murmurs, his voice a plea, a promise.

"Always."

ChapterSeven

David

Epilogue

Icome awake in a familiar bed, but definitely not my own. The events of the day before come crashing in around me. The will reading, my parents being complete arseholes, as per their normal state of being and then… Kelly. Before I can even begin to wonder where he is, I feel a warm wet heat encircle my aching engorged cock. A tight seal formed by what I know to be the softest pink lips, pulls up the length of my shaft, drawing a deep guttural moan from deep within me.

"Holy fuck sweetheart." I moan, as I hear a chuckle from underneath the thick duvet. I would have expected my cock to be sore from the way it was put to use last night. No sooner had Kelly agreed to stay with me forever, than I had him bent over the kitchen table, his cheeks spread, with my tongue spearing his hole wide open for me. He had begged me to fill him up, that he has missed the feeling of me inside him. I didn't make him wait long. Neither of us had been with anyone else since the divorce, so I grabbed some olive oil from the shelf, slicked up my cock and slid deep inside him. He had rocked back and forth on my cock, moaning and panting all the while. I'd lasted an embarrassingly short amount of time before I was swearing through my orgasm, pumping a hot load deep inside. I'd slipped out of him, marvelled for a moment at my cum, sliding down his thigh, before flipping him over and swallowing his dick to the root, working him over until he emptied down my throat. We'd only stopped for a short while to eat the meal he had prepared for us, before going on to round two and three in the bedroom, where I had passed out, only to be woken up just now with his mouth around my throbbing shaft. "I missed your mouth so much."

He moans around me, his hand cradling and pulling gently on my balls as he feasts on me like I'm his last meal. A deep groan rumbles through my chest as Kelly's mouth works over me, his tongue swirling around the tip before sliding back down with practiced ease. My fingers tangle in his hair beneath the sheets, gripping tight as he takes me deeper, his throat tightening around me.

"Fuck, sweetheart…" My voice is hoarse, wrecked from the night before, and from the pleasure flooding through my veins now.

The duvet shifts as Kelly peeks up at me, his eyes dark with need, his lips swollen and slick. He hums around my cock, the vibration sending another sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My hips jerk, an involuntary response, and he moans as he takes me even deeper, his throat swallowing me whole.

The sight of him beneath me, so eager, so utterly focused on unravelling me, has my restraint crumbling. My thighs tense, my stomach clenching with the pressure building inside me.

Kelly pulls off with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to my aching cock. "I missed this," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Missed you coming apart in my mouth."

I growl, flipping the sheets back and pulling him up so he's straddling my waist. His body is flushed, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, the proof of his need pressing against me. My hands roam down his back, over the curve of his ass, gripping tight as I drag him forward.

"Missed you too," I rasp against his lips before devouring him in a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. It’s filthy and desperate, and neither of us holds back.

I roll him beneath me, pinning him against the mattress as I spread his legs, the heat of his body wrapping around me like a vice. His hands clutch my back, nails digging in as I grind against him, our cocks sliding together in a slick, aching rhythm.

"David. Please," he gasps, his body arching into mine, seeking more. Always more.

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