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What the fuck had I been missing out on?

“Maybe next time, it’ll be my cock in your ass. If that’s something you want.”

“You want that?” I panted.

“Do you?” he asked, all the while stroking my cock and fingering my ass.

“I…” I was so caught up in my body’s pleasure that I had a hard time thinking, never mind talking. “Yeah, I think so.”

“I prefer to bottom, but with you, I want to do it all. I want to possess you and, most of all, be possessed by you. I want you in every fucking way.”

The passion in Brodie’s husky voice made me shiver.

He kept up the steady pace in my ass and on my dick, and then I forgot to do anything but ride the wave of pleasure. The heated friction on my cock and the incredible fullness in my hole was suddenly too much.

I ran my hand up his chest and pinched his nipples. Brodie moaned and squirmed and lost his rhythm for a moment.

It didn’t matter. What we were making together wasn’t about perfection. It was raw and honest and real.

I wanted him the same way he wanted me—fully, completely, without question.

He leaned over and we reached for each other, kissing frantically.

I was climbing higher and higher, and I didn’t know if I would survive the implosion.

All it took was one more stroke on my dick and Brodie growling my name.

My orgasm was so intense I screamed his name in return.

I heard him cry out and felt the heat of our combined cum on my dick and my balls.

His body trembled. Or was it me? It was both of us.

This, us, was an unquenchable fire.

And I didn’t care if I got burned.

CHAPTER34

BRODIE

After we both came down from that explosive high, Van blanketed my body with his heavier one, and we made out.

We couldn’t get close enough or kiss enough.

The orgasms with him were amazing, but that wasn’t the best part.

It was this.

Us, in the aftermath. We lay on the couch in a sweaty, tangled mess, sharing kisses and talking and laughing.

I had no urge to let go. Far from that. I wasn’t lying when I said that I wanted to possess him—every single part.

It was intimate in a way I’d never experienced. As new to me as my finger in his ass was to him.

Hey, I’m a rock star, not a poet. And a finger in the ass can be poetic. Ask around.

“We better shower, or we’ll be glued together forever.” I gave his jaw a gentle nip.

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