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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

He wraps his hand around my nape, pulling my mouth back down on his. His moans fill the air as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Our lips move together in perfect synchrony as my hand continues to work him over. Bringing my hand up between us, I break the kiss, spitting into my palm before taking us both in my grip.

“Oh, my God,” he croaks against my lips, breath coming out in harsh pants.

I am lost to the feeling of his cock rubbing against mine, paired with my hand wrapped tightly around us. We both start thrusting into my palm as we resume kissing, tongues gliding with one another, and I can’t fucking think.

Nothing in the world exists outside of this. Outside of us.

Being with him feels right—a type of right I can’t describe—but nothing has ever felt as absolute as it feels when I’m with him. His soul sings to mine and my heart beats for him. I’ve never been able to explain the undeniable pull and connection we have, but it’s there, and this moment is proof of that. Even after all these years. And I pray to whatever God exists that when he wakes up in the morning, he feels the same. I need him like I’ve never needed anyone.

We’re both breathing harder, thrusting faster, and I can tell he’s as close as I am. Neither of us can look away, our eyes locked together as I work us closer to oblivion. His neck is pulled taut as he moans through breathless pants. “I’m… gonna come.”

“Me too,” I groan. “Come for me, Bambi. Come with me.”

With eyes so heavy, they can barely stay open, he continues to hold my gaze. “Unghhh.” His mouth falls open, hands fisting the sheets below us, and his cock erupts. Thick, white ropes of cum spray his stomach. Watching him fall apart is too much, and without warning, my own release violently thunders through me. My muscles tighten, my balls draw up, and I explode all over us.

It feels never ending, and it’s so strong, tears spring to my eyes and stars flash behind my lids. I’m floating in a euphoric bubble of him, and I never want to come back down.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cash DeMarco

The first thing I notice is the pounding in my head. My brain seems to be playing ping-pong against my skull. The second thing I notice is the way the sunlight pouring in through whatever window is in front of me hurts my eyes that haven’t even peeled open yet. The third thing I notice is the hard body encompassing my back and the hot breath fanning my neck.