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“Do you like to be degraded?” The air around Paul shifts, and suddenly, he’s looking at me like he did in the locker room when he was in his suit. It makes me want to beg, but I have never begged for sex. Not ever. “Um.” I clear the clog from my throat. “I’m not really sure.” “No?” Paul leans in until his breath brushes my cheek. “Are you a needy little cock slut?” My body tenses, and my cock starts to thicken under the table. “Or maybe you’re a good little cock sucker? Hmm? Do you need some praise with your degradation?”
“You want me in here?” Brendon asks with his lips against my skin. “Yesss,” I moan and reach for the back of his head while I jack myself off. “I want you to stretch me out, fuck me until I can’t stand, then fill me with your cum.”
“Be a good little slut and come for me.”
“You’re mine. No one touches you but me. Do you understand?”
“Stroke me, I’m going to mark you with my cum before you fill me with yours.”
“Whoever made you believe that is wrong. You are exactly the way you are supposed to be. You aren’t annoying or too much. Not to me, not to Jeremy, not to the rest of the guys on our team.”
“Relax for me,” I say against his lips. One finger pops through the tight ring, and he moans. “Good boy.” His cheeks brighten again at my words. “Hmm, you like being good for me, don’t you, baby?” I lick along his bottom lip, and he turns into me, hiding his face in my neck while I pump my finger in and out of him. “You’re taking it so well.”
“Are there clouds in here?” Paul asks, staring intently at the ceiling. “Are we outside?” I snort and shake my head. “No, that’s the morphine.” “Morphine . . . what does it make you morph into?”
“How come you never talk to my little buddy like that?” Brendon smirks at me, and I lift an eyebrow as I lean in close so no one overhears me. “Your little buddy doesn’t like to be talked to nicely.” I drag my lower lip between my teeth and watch his mouth. “Your fuck stick likes it when I’m a little rough on him.”
