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His hands squeeze my hips before one travels around to my cock. He strokes it a few times before bringing his hand to my lips. “Spit.”

I do and he goes back to jerking me off and fucking me simultaneously. The burning pain morphs into pleasure as I begin to adjust to his size. My need to get off outweighs any of the pain that comes along with little prep. I’ve been dying to have him fuck me, and now it’s happening, so I’m not about to complain.

“Fuck your fist,” he says, moving one hand to my shoulder and the other to my hip, fucking me relentlessly.

My fist moves up and down my shaft as he grunts behind me.

“So tight. Fuck. So good.” His words are short and simple, but I love that he’s getting off to my body. I love that he loves the way I feel. “Come for me, Kaspian,” he growls. “Show me just how much you love having me deep inside you.”

I moan, my hand moving faster. “Fuck, Quin. Your dick feels so good. I don’t ever want it to end.”

“Come. It won’t be the last time.”

With those words that I read as a promise for more, my body trembles and my balls draw up. “Oh yes. Yes. Fuck.”

“That’s it,” he moans.

Cum shoots from my cock, dripping over my fist and landing on the ground beneath my feet. My body shakes and my breath comes in hard pants.

He pulls out, his cock already softening, and spins me around. His eyes bore into mine as he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Thank you, for my gift.”

My lips curl up on one end. “Thanks for mine.”

* * *

It’shours later when we’re finally done cleaning up. The body has been removed from the basement, taken deep into the woods behind my house, and dropped into a forgotten and abandoned well.

Both of us have showered, and now we sit on opposite ends of my couch. His phone buzzes in his pocket, so he pulls it out and reads the screen. It’s damn near four in the morning. An odd hour for anyone to text.

He sighs and then types out a reply.

“Let me guess,” I say. He huffs. “Hey, if you get to be jealous, why can’t I?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“No? You were fine with that man touching me? What if I told you he sucked my dick? You’d be okay with that?”

He inhales through his nose. “I’d regret not cutting his fucking tongue out, but it’s fine.”

I snort. “You don’t want me with anyone else, do you? You secretly like that I’m so into you.”

His brow lifts. “Are you? So into me?” he teases.

“If it’s not noticeable by now, I’m not sure what else I’d have to do. Maybe bring good ol’ Jason to my basement?”

His eyes narrow. “Jason is in love with some girl. He’s not into me.”

“Are you into him?”

“No.”

“Okay. I guess I believe you.”

With a soft exhale, he stands up, rubbing his forehead. “I better get going.”

“You don’t want to stay? It’s late.”

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