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Cute aggression is real, and it’s maddening.
It looks good on him, with his red hair and green eyes. It reminds me of what Harry says about redheads: they’re either alien-looking or the sexiest thing you’ll ever see. Sage is, well, he’s not alien-looking.
"It’s not funny, Lucas." I can’t help but laugh. "Sage, it’s your first week. It’ll get better," I chuckle and peek at him to see him glaring at me. Which only makes me laugh harder.
I don’t mind telling him that I love him, lying to him. Mostly because I’m not all that sure that it is a lie.
There’s no part of me that wants to deny him,
I cannot even begin to understand just how relieving it is to slide into this slutty hole of his. How right.
I’m basically his slave. He turns into a cat in heat wherever my cock is concerned, but the way I fall to his every goddamn whim? He may as well just collar me and call me his bitch.
“You’re drunk. Shitfaced. We’re going to bed.” He scoffs. "And if I were sober, I’d be saying, what? No, Lucas! Keep your monster cock away from me. Please don’t shove that––" He chokes with the strain the exaggerated voice has on his throat, and I fix an unimpressed stare on his face. "Get in me, Lucas."I shake my head,
"Baby, stop. Let me see." "No." "There’s no fucking way you’re too embarrassed to show me your asshole right now. I’ve sucked my come out of that hole, then spit it in your mouth."

