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AIDEN
“f**k,” Jed whispered, but he opened his mouth when I offered him my fingers.
I spewed curses as he cleaned my hand with his tongue, imagining him using his mouth on my aching d**k.
Jed found his feet and turned, grabbing hold of my neck.
Leaning down, I captured his lips, tasting the saltiness of his c*m.
Talking the talk was easy when it came to s*x, and I got off at seeing how my words affected Jed, but insecurities over walking the walk still hounded me.
Kissing, no problem.
Sucking d**k had also proven to be an easy feat considering Jed’s inexperience.
And a hand job? Easy. I had just done what I enjoyed.
I wanted to promise him forever, to lay my life at his feet in exchange for the family he would lose—because he’d figured right. Choosing to f**k a man instead of
