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After a rumble of a chuckle, he says, “You’re right about one thing, my cock’s not this thick.”

As his fingers massage my throat, I can feel his breath on my forehead, heavy and hot.

“But my knuckles have a lot of experience giving hand necklaces.”

I force a swallow down, the move rippling along Khaos’s palm.

“Does that make you jealous?”

“Nauseous actually.”

The clamp around my neck immediately loosens.

“Are you tapping out?”

“No.”

He releases me back to the floor anyway.

“Are you gonna be sick?”

“Only if you don’t shut up,” I all but mumble into the floor.

“You’re jealous.”

I swear I can hear him smirking.

I turn my head to the side he’s leaning to, and yep, he’s all kinds of smug.

“You’re dreaming.”

“Feels like it.”

His confession sets off a grenade of tension, filling the room with enough to suffocate us both.

“Um.” Hm.

Khaos takes his heat with him as he stands.

“Explains why you’re wet,” I quip several moments too late.

“Because I think I’m dreaming?”

“Mm-hm.”

I’m suddenly flipped to my back a lot quicker than I was maneuvered to my front, and that’s saying something.

Leaning down, his eyes flick between mine as he says, “My cock’s leaking because it can’t wait to pump your pussy full of cum.”

“You…” What do I say to that, especially with him staring at me like he means it? “Should get in line,” also comes out way after the fact.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. It’s a long one.”

“I’ll cut it down to none if you give me the names of everyone else in it.”

“Guy Humphries…” Is the only one I know of. “…is at the front.”