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His hot mouth closed over my nipples, his heavy stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin, leaving my cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. When his lips reached the raised welts on my hips, he soothed the stinging heat with his tongue, gentle enough that the pain only ached in the sweetest way imaginable. Slowly, carefully, his mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing down to my entrance, penetrating my heat with slow, wet strokes.

“Ahhh,” I moaned loudly, folding my leg over his shoulder and opening up completely for him.

When he leaned down further to suck my balls, the raw sensation made me leak even harder against my own stomach. Gradually teasing, his thumb ran over the weeping slit of my dick, making my body squirm. He held my hips firmly in place, forcing me to look straight into his dark eyes as his mouth swallowed me deep.

“Ohhhmm,” my hips rolled instinctively. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me down as he took me deeper.

“Ummhhh, George—” my breath hitched, my eyes shutting tight when the head of my dick hit his hot throat. He didn’t stop pleasuring me; his thumb anchored at the base of my shaft, pushing me completely over the edge. I cried out, digging my fingers into his muscular shoulders as he sucked me hard. “Oh fuck—” My body writhed as much as it could under his tight, bruising grip.

“I take it you like it.” He pulled back slowly, and I forced my eyes open to meet his. His wet mouth glistened with a mix of saliva and my own pre-cum.

I bit my lip, completely breathless. “More,” I exhaled.

He chuckled softly against my skin, bending his head again to run his thick tongue up the length of my shaft, teasing the head.

“Oh my God,” my head fell back against the pillows, my hips struggling against his heavy grip. It took everything I had to stop myself from coming right into his mouth.

By the time he slicked his fingers and began to open me up, I was trembling for an entirely different reason. There was no rush, no harsh dominance. He worked my muscles open with infinite patience, curling his fingers just right to hit my prostate while he kissed me through every soft gasp and broken whimper. His eyes stayed locked entirely on mine the whole time.

“Look at me, Sig,” he murmured when I tried to turn my head into the pillows. “Let me see you.”

I did. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel a single shred of shame. My length was completely erect, pink, and leaking, and I didn’t feel disgusted by my own desire.

He gently cupped the undersides of my thighs, his hard, calloused fingers digging firmly into my skin for leverage.

“Ahhh,” I whimpered as he finally aligned himself and pushed inside me. It was slow and deliberate, one long, agonizingly smooth slide until he was buried completely to the hilt. We both groaned out loud, the sound heavy with emotion. He held entirely still for a moment, letting my tight walls adjust to his size, his massive arms braced on either side of my head as he hovered over my face.

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips. “You okay, Sweetheart?” he asked softly.

My heart completely melted at the endearment, and all I could do was nod blindly. He kissed my cheek, his lips lingering. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

My already hot cheeks burned crimson at his words.

“Ummh,” I whimpered, moving my hips slightly when he began to withdraw.

“Fuck, you always feel so perfect,” he breathed. He began moving in deep, rolling thrusts, not hard or punishing, but full and deliberate, making sure I felt every single inch of his length stretching me out. “So good for me. So beautiful like this, Sig.”

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling his heavy hips closer to mine. My hands slid up his broad, muscular back, my fingernails digging into his skin as the pleasure built in slow, devastating waves. This wasn’t just fucking. This wasn’t a punishment or a forced release. This was something deeper. Every single thrust felt like he was actively pouring affection into my body, filling up all the cracked, broken places inside my chest.

George kept kissing me continuously, my mouth, my jaw, my eyelids, my torso, whispering praise between every breath.

“That’s it, baby... Just feel me. I’ve got you.”

“Hmm,” a broken sound escaped me.

“You’re safe here, Santiago. You deserve all of this. You deserve to be cherished.” His breath was becoming entirely ragged as his pace quickened slightly. “And you’re mine to cherish, to love... and I’m yours.”

Fresh tears slipped down my temples, soaking into the dark sheets. I couldn’t stop them. This was exactly what I’d asked for to feel cherished and it hurt worse than any cane or leather belt ever could because a terrifying voice in my head kept screaming that I didn’t deserve it. Not when Pavel’s threats were still ringing in my ears. Not when I was trapped into a corner where I might have to ruin his entire future.

But God... I wanted it anyway. I wanted this memory to keep forever, even if the world burned tomorrow.

My body rocked heavily with his every thrust, the wooden bedframe making greedy, rhythmic noises while the singer on the stereo declared his devotion. I pulled George down into a messy, desperate kiss as my orgasm built, slow and utterly overwhelming. George reached down between our bodies, wrapping his big hand around my aching length and stroking me in perfect time with his hips, hitting my prostate with a steady, flawless rhythm.

“Come for me, Santiago,” he whispered against my mouth, his grip tightening. “Let me see you fall apart like this.”

I obeyed him instantly. I came with a broken, shattered sob, my inner muscles clenching violently around his shaft as waves of pure pleasure crashed through my limbs. George followed me right over the edge a second later, burying himself to the absolute root and groaning my name like a prayer as he filled my insides with a thick, burning release.

Afterward, he didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried deep inside me, keeping his heavy frame resting over mine to hold me close while our minds slowly came down from the high. His weight was comforting, grounding my racing thoughts. He pressed soft, lingering kisses to my damp cheeks, wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs.