“Fuck.” He ran his hands up my thighs. “You’re killing me, Gideon.” “I suppose you could play for a second.” I handed him the lube. “Yes, your highness.” Chuckling, he explored my rim with slick fingers that felt way better than my own. I never had much patience for a ton of prep, but his fingers were long and blunt, and one had me gasping while two lit me up, pressure so good. “More.” I rocked down to meet his fingers “Fuck. You feel amazing.” “You too,” I panted, what little patience I had evaporating with each thrust of his fingers, deep but not deep enough. “Going to feel even better on
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