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The way he sucks me in unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in all themanyblowjobs I’ve had over the years…
He goes at me deep, sucking hard, but always keeping it slow. Like he’s making out with my cock, tongue working forward and back, using it to massage my aching inches until I have no choice but to spill for him.
My ass clenches on his fingers, streams flowing into his throat while he drinks down every drop. And when he’s sure I’m done, he slurps off, giving my crown a soft little kiss before standing up, pulling his fingers out of me at the same time.
“My cum is leaking out of you, filthy flame,” he sighs, kissing my lips softly while I cling to him to stay upright. “Gonna be a sexymess…”
“Carry me to the shower…” I yawn, sated and blissed out, arms draped over his shoulders, while I slump, exhausted, against his body.
He chuckles and hoists me up, carrying me, only sort of uncoordinatedly, to the bathroom. My legs are around his waist and we’re both giggling like idiots, because I’m sort of bigger than him. Not by much, but still. It’s funny when he carries me. I’m sure it looks ridiculous.
He doesn’t set me down on my feet in the shower, but rather lays me down on the floor, immediately turning the water on so it sprays cold in my face.
“Ah! Jesus!” I scream while he laughs wickedly. “You bitch!”
“Who,me??” He bats his eyelashes, stepping inside the glass shower stall.
“You’re an annoying idiot,” I grumble as he helps me stand.
“That’s not very nice.” He faux pouts. “I just sucked a pretty magnificent orgasm out of you.”
Pushing into his space, I back him up against the wall, both of us grinning and glaring. It’s what we do. We like to fuck and fight together. Teasing is a second language, and we’re both constantly trying to figure out which of us is in charge. Realistically, it fluctuates, and I love it that way. Gone are the days of being tossed around by giant, cocky alpha-holes.
I don’t miss it one bit.
The way Lexington and I burn each other up is a million times hotter than anything I used to tell myself I liked.
I was always lying, anyway.
“Where’d you learn how to suck dick like that?” I narrow my gaze at his face, grabbing some expensive body wash and lathering it up in my hands.
“Where do you think?” He huffs, rolling his eyes. “From the only dude who’s ever sucked my dick before… The one who’s been consistently sucking me off for years.” I grin, running my soapy hands across his wet skin. “I picked up a few things.”
“Hmm… Tell me more about this mysterious cocksucker. He sounds hot,” I tease, and he laughs.
“Well…” Lex sighs, leaning back and letting me wash him. “He is definitely hot. Fuckinggorgeous, really. He’s smart and sassy…”
“Sassy?!” I cackle.
“He’s fun,” he goes on. “So,somuch fun. Definitely the coolest guy I’ve ever met. And he’s loyal, and has a big heart.” I lift my brow. “And even bigger dick.”
“There it is.”
He beams. “He’s psychotically possessive… Crazy jealous… Just a real toxic fuckboy.”
I giggle, biting my lip.
“But he’samazing. He’s everything I never knew I wanted, and everything I’ve ever dreamed of having, all in one beautiful, messy,perfectpackage.”
Lex’s eyes are really shining at me, causing my hands to slow. My smile slips away, raw emotion taking over in place of the teasing. Because, yes, I know he’s telling the truth, but there’s something so vulnerable about the way we’re standing here, naked, beneath the spray of water.
Like we’ve done so many times before, locked away in prison.
“He’s my villain with the face of a hero,” he whispers, touching my chest gently, tracing his name that I added to the firework tattoo over my heart. Then he takes my hand, moving it to my name on his chest, in the exact same spot. “And I want to be his… till death do us part.”
What…?!
My heart slams fast, chills sheeting my flesh while I gulp down a mouthful of nerves.
