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Stryker jerked. “I’m not bored now.”

“I can’t be buried inside you twenty-four hours a day,” Gavin said.

That sounded like an awesome plan to Stryker.

“And your mouth can only be wrapped around my dick so much.”

“I do like to have my mouth busy,” Stryker argued.

Gavin gave a quick suck then popped off Stryker’s cock.

Stryker kicked his foot against the floor. “Come on!”

“We’re negotiating,” Gavin replied. He licked up Stryker’s shaft.

“Fuck!” Stryker shouted. “I’ll do whatever you want! Just suck me.”

Gavin chuckled. His breath tickled over Stryker’s slit. “That’s a very dangerous thing to say.”

“Please!” Stryker begged.

“I guess we can finish this conversation later. When you’re able to focus better,” Gavin told him.

Stryker opened his mouth to speak but gurgled when Gavin finally, finally, took his cock all the way down to the back of his throat. Gavin sucked him down, came back up, then down again.

His eyes rolled back as Gavin didn’t give him any time to adjust to the fast and frantic pace he set. Stryker couldn’t keep up. Gavin was literally sucking every thought from his mind.

He didn’t care what Gavin wanted. Stryker would give Gavin anything if he’d just let Stryker come. He wanted to come! Stryker sobbed out in frustration when the tingling started, but Gavin lifted his head.

“Just one more question,” Gavin said. His fingers firm around Stryker holding off Stryker’s orgasm.

Oh, Gavin was going to pay for this. Stryker would get his revenge. After he got to come! “What?”

“Who is my good boy?”

Stryker tried to reply. He wanted to. Gavin took Stryker’s cock back in his mouth and that was all Stryker could think about. He yelled as Gavin brought him to climax.

Chapter Nine

Stryker

“No!” he shouted. “No! You fucking fuck fuckhead!”

“Jeez! We really need to work on your language.”

Stryker glanced up from the screen for a quick moment. He couldn’t get distracted by Gavin being all hot and sexy while making them dinner. Damn! In nothing but a pair of faded and torn jeans Gavin was the poster boy for a yummy silver Daddy.

They’d showered together once they’d returned to Gavin’s cabin before fucking once Stryker had found the lube in a drawer of the bedroom. Now freshly clean and hungry, Stryker had decided to check in on his programs. That was when he’d seen the alerts. The alerts he’d missed while hiding in the fae land. Shit!

Gavin lifted a brow. “Is there a problem?”

Damn! He had gotten distracted. “This fucker is better than I gave him credit for.”

“The fucking fuck fuckhead?” Gavin asked.

Okay, that had been a lot of fucks in one sentence. “Yes!”

Gavin moved a pan off the stove and walked over to stand behind Stryker.

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