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Whatever argument I had on the tip of my tongue is gone as he forces himself to gag on my cock. I can feel his throat constricting around the top of my dick. The last shred of my control is gone as cum barrels out of me, filling up his perfect throat.
I watch, completely fucking mesmerized, as he swallows the never-ending stream of cum. I can’t believe he wants this from me.
My knees begin to quiver and shake. I’m completely satisfied and spent. He pulls off my dick and then sweetly pulls my underwear and pants back into place. I stand there, stupefied, and unsure what to do next.
“We should eat,” he says with a sleepy grin.
I’m about to tell him we can do whatever the fuck he wants because I’ll be forever grateful for the gift he just gave me, but I don’t get the chance.
He curls up on the floor and goes right to sleep.
This guy is going to be the death of me.
The death I never deserved but will gladly take.
Tate
I’m so…warm.
And cozy.
If only my throbbing skull wasn’t being made worse by Funky’s tail whapping me in the back of the head.
Why is my head throbbing?
Why am I so warm?
As awareness trickles in, so do memories from last night. I remember cooking for Jude. I’d been so nervous, I basically chugged an entire bottle of wine. Then I gave him the best blow job known to man.
He’d loved it.
I remember that much.
The rest of the evening is fragmented. I remember being woken up and guided to the table where a bowl of soup awaited. I remember me asking Jude to feed me.
Oh my God.
I cringe at how stupid that must’ve made me look. But I do remember him complying. And when I stumbled up the stairs, he scooped me into his arms as though I weighed nothing.
I actually said, “Weeee!” like a damn child.
Then what?
Did he put me to bed?
When did we part ways?
Something touches my hand in the dark. Something warm and strong. Not something. Someone.
Holy shit.
I’m not in my bed. This one is softer. Plus, it smells like cinnamon and Jude. He put me in his bed. I slept beside Jude.
My heart rate picks up and my head throbs in tune with it. I can’t believe I let myself get drunk. Last night was about showing him appreciation, not forcing him to take care of me.
A pitiful whine escapes me.
I realize I’m clinging to Jude’s hard body like some sort of koala freak. He probably thinks I’m ridiculous. Slowly, I roll onto my back, trying to make out shapes in the dark. A sliver of gray, early morning light is cast on the wall, but everything else is shadowy. Since I’ve never been inside his room before, I can’t exactly sneak out without stubbing a toe or running into a wall.
