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Completely in charge and cocky about it, Devon wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, sucking hard before pulling back to lick the slit.

“Ah, fuck yes.” I pushed back against the couch, my hands at my sides instead of on the back of his head. He wouldn’t let me control him at a time like this. This was his time to be powerful.

He pressed my cock to my abs and licked his way down to my balls, sucking them into his mouth and nuzzling his face right in there. I almost exploded just from that, but he pulled back right as I was about to.

“Damn you, Devon.” I started to breathe harder, so I took deep breaths to settle down.

He smirked, looking hot as hell. “Don’t touch my head, Madd. Let me do this.” That was all the warning I got before he lifted on his knees and fucking swallowed my dick. His head bobbed from base to tip, and my fingers dug into the cushions to refrain from pushing his head. He was right; he knew how to blow me, and I’d never had more faith in him.

Drool leaked down my cock, soaking my groin. Devon gagged a bit, moaning through it until my head fell back in pleasure and my eyes shut without me wanting them to.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Dev. Holy shit, swallow it all.”

His hand pumped the base and his mouth sucked the head, and that was it for me. I clenched up so hard my side killed me, but it had nothing on the searing pleasure snaking through my body like bolts of bliss. I filled his mouth, watching it drip out the sides when he couldn’t swallow it all at once. He slowed his pace, sucking me through the shocks and licking me clean.

When I pulled in a breath, Devon followed the trail of cum down to my thighs, lapping it all up and licking his lips.

“Fuck, you’re sexy with my cum on your lips,” I said, watching them glisten.

Devon saw the desperation in my eyes and delivered what I wanted. Leaning over my lap, he pressed his lips to mine without kissing me. “I know you have a cum kink now, Madd. No point in hiding it.”

I licked his lips, tasting myself. “I do? You’re a fucking cum slut these days, and I am here for it.” I pulled on the back of his head, shoving my tongue into his mouth to prove him right. I did have a bit of a cum kink, but I loved it even more that he did.

Bless his fucking heart for actually blowing me. I’d had a sort-of shower at the hospital, but it’d been eight days of mostly sponge baths, and I appreciated his ignorance about that. I refused to tell him that my orgasm hurt a bit, especially when he helped me shower and shave after. I left some stubble just because I knew he liked it. God, that boy had me whipped. Wrapped in a dusky pink towel that smelled like mothballs, I sat on the edge of the tub and watched Devon change my bandage.

“This feels familiar.”

Devon grinned. “Yeah, my dad trying to kill me seems to bring us closer together.”

“Mm,” I agreed. “We’re bonding.”

“Andrea taught me how to look after you, Madd, but I don’t ever want to bond like this again.”

A-fucking-men.

The blowie and the shower, unfortunately, took a toll on me. Tired, we lay in bed together, holding hands but not touching anywhere else. The fan whirred with a squeak every time it got to the far right, and Devon tapped my knuckles every time it did that.

“What did the cops say?” I asked. Devon had been in interviews all week, but no one really believed his story. It cut him deep and fed his insecurities to basically be brushed off like he was nothing. I hated it.

“Davis, that fucking prick, lost his badge, but he’s at home waiting for trial. He’s claiming… fuck, he’s claiming it was self-defence and that we went at him first.” He squeezed my hand tight, reminding me to calm down.

I ground my molars together instead. Of course he’d say that. We were nobodies from a trailer park that had a reputation for being the home to tons of minor offence criminals, and we both had sketchy records. No real arrests, but time spent in a cell and accusations of charges. Who would believe us over a cop?

“Well, if they had anything concrete, we’d be locked up, right?” I tried to focus on the positive. Devon started on a tangent, so I bent his pinky until I knew it hurt. “I don’t want to talk about all that right now. Tell me something good.”

“Something good,” he mused. “We have enough food to last six months. There wasn’t even enough space for it all, so your mom has some in her freezer and the rest is at the shop.”

That was nice. There were a ton of good people in Garron Park, and it always showed when someone needed help.

“And Gina loves you, so she told me she’s going to bring those pastries you like. And Andrea is going all mother-hen, dropping off medical supplies and offering to check up on you.”

“Pastries are the best news yet.”

“I got the paperwork back from your work, too. Apparently, a lot of your hospital stay is covered through your insurance, so that’s big for us.”

Yeah, whatever. I didn’t care about any of that shit. “What’s good withyou, Devon?”

“You’re alive. You’re home. You’re safe. That’s it.”

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