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He pulls off again.

I sob, actually sob, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Hunter, please— I can’t⁠—”

“You can,” he says calmly, stroking me with long, firm pulls, thumb pressing right under the head on every upstroke. “And you will. For me.”

He edges me three more times.

Each time he brings me right to the edge, only to stop, sometimes with his mouth, sometimes with his hand, sometimes just watching me fall apart while he denies me. By the fourth time, I’m a mess—tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, cock red and leaking all over his fist, babbling his name.

Hunter finally stands, kissing me deep and dirty, letting me taste myself on his tongue. He’s still fully dressed while I’m naked and shaking against the counter.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my lips, voice wrecked with lust. “So fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”

I whimper, grinding against his thigh, chasing any friction I can get.

“Please,” I beg, voice broken. “I need to come. Hunter, please let me come.”

He smiles against my mouth.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispers, thumb brushing away one of my tears. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I’m going to die.

And I’ve never wanted anything more.

Chapter 26

Hunter

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Charlie like this—naked, flushed, trembling against his refrigerator with tears clinging to his lashes and his cock leaking all over my fist.

He’s wrecked.

And he’s mine right now.

I stroke him slowly, torturously, keeping him right on the edge but not letting him fall. Every time his thighs start shaking and his breath hitches like he’s about to come, I loosen my grip or pull my hand away completely.

“You still good?” I ask, voice low but steady, thumb brushing gently over his hip bone, ghosting my lips over his. “Tell me if it gets too much.”

“Oh it’s way too much,” Charlie gasps, hips jerking desperately into my fist, “but don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

The words go straight to my cock. He’s shaking, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks, and he’s still begging me to keep going.

I groan and drop back down, taking him deep into my throat in one smooth motion. He cries out, hands flying to my hair as I swallow around him. I nudge his legs further apart, spit-slick fingers sliding over his ass cheek and pressing against his tight little hole.

The second I apply gentle pressure, Charlie lets out the filthiest, most addictive moan I’ve ever heard—high and broken and desperate. My cock throbs painfully in my jeans. I’m so close to coming untouched just from that sound alone.

I push one finger inside him, slow and careful, working him open while I suck him harder, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. He’s so tight, so hot, clenching around my finger like his body is begging for more.

“Fuck— Hunter—” he sobs, hips twitching between my mouth and my hand, caught between sensations.

I add a second finger, stretching him open, curling them deep until I find that spot that makes him scream. His cock pulses on my tongue, leaking constantly now, and I know he’s right there again.

I pull off with a wet pop, still fucking him with my fingers, and look up at his ruined face.

“Not yet,” I growl.