Zander looks at me like I’m salvation, like he’s caught in the waves of the ocean and I’m reaching out my hand—safety, a lighthouse. I’ve never been anyone’s light. Now is the perfect time to prove that point—it’s the perfect time for me to pull my cock out and leave him there, fucked raw and used and a mess. I don’t give a fuck about anything but myself. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue while my hips piston into his pulsing hole again. They’re right there. If I tell him that now, he’ll know what this means to me—exactly nothing. Just orgasms and a good time. That’s all. And
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