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LEVI
My body buzzed beneath the weight of Zeke’s body, the scent of his bodywash, clean sweat, and c*m flooding my nose. My senses overran with all things him—and I couldn’t want for more.
He rimmed my asshole with his c*m, and all trace of teasing erased from my mind. I’d thought to lighten the mood, but I guessed Zeke wasn’t ready for guilt to creep in.
And I was fine with that.
Relentless, he tormented me, his breath hot on my neck, and my body responded like a well-played instrument, d**k thickening and pulse fluttering.
Living.
My eyes stung at the swell of emotion rising in my chest, and the second he breached my body with his finger, I pulled his head away from my neck. Held his face in my hands, held his gaze with mine while he defiled my body in the most beautiful way po
