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A ragged moan claws its way out of his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m so close. How am I so close already?” he mutters.

Popping off his tip, I lower my face, trailing my tongue down a thick, pulsing vein, leading right to where his balls curl up. The skin is soft—delicate. I rub my nose into them, breathing him in. “You taste good,” I murmur, my voice wrecked, hardly even recognizable.

“Jesus. You’re killin’ me,” he utters in a strained voice. “What are you… what are you doing to me…” he babbles near-senselessly.

I jerk myself harder, chasing that delicious friction. Pressing a kiss to each swell of his nuts, I then run my tongue up between them, up over that throbbing vein, and take his fat head back into my mouth.

Using my fist, I try to stroke him in time with my sucks. It’s awkward, at first, betraying just how inexperienced I am. But if anything, that’s what sets Nolan off.

He tenses, his body vibrating. “S-Sky,” he croaks, grabbing the sides of my head. “Fuck. I’m gonna—”

Chills scatter over my skin. My cock throbs something fierce, and I squeeze myself at the base at the same time I bow my head, this time willingly taking him back as far as I can go.

Again, I gag, and he tenses, fingers strangling my hair.

And then he’s twitching, groaning, and—

“FUCK!” he roars, shooting hotly down my throat. His hands hold my head in a vice, anchoring me to his massive cock so I have no choice but to just lay there and try not to choke as I take everything he has to give me.

He comes for what feels like forever—gushing rope after rope into my open throat, my waiting mouth, soaking his release into my taste buds—my gums—until it’s overflowing and dribbling out of the corners of my lips.

Wow, that’s a lot.

His hold on me finally eases—his spurts diminishing—and I pull off, gulping, swallowing everything I can manage.

He’s groaning, trembling, his fingers pawing and petting blindly at my hair.

I give one last little suck to his slit before pulling off.

Sitting back on my heels, my face bunches when I look down at where my cock juts out painfully from my fist, ruby red and glistening at the tip.

I sense Nolan sitting up on his forearms, thighs spread out as far as they can go, jeans bunched around his calves, his heavy, spent cock flopped against his stomach.

My eyes seal shut and I suck in my bottom lip, eating up the remnants of his release clinging to my lips. A breeze blows in, carried on the waves, hardening my nipples.

Nolan groans low and dangerously, and I tense, shuddering, a whimper skating free from my throat just as I topple over the edge.

All while I shatter, jets of cum painting my clenched stomach…I feel him watching me, devouring me with those wild, fierce green eyes.

I moan to the heavens, and I pray…

Pray that he never looks away.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

NOLAN

My head is glaringly quiet, empty of all thoughts but of what’s immediately pressing.

First thing’s first: get myself dressed.

Pushing to a stand, I ignore the dazed eyes watching me as I hurriedly tug my boxers and jeans up, tucking my cock back where it belongs. Back where it should’ve stayed.

What the hell were you thinking?

Turning away, I squeeze my eyes shut and take a much needed moment to collect myself.

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