At one point in time my body had been conditioned to take Cole’s cock regularly. Conditioned to accept whatever he had to give me. And although we’d been fucking pretty heavily for several days now, taking Cole’s dick with grace after so many years of going without it was not like riding a bike. Accepting double his size at once was downright unthinkable. But I wanted his pride, his acclamations, his demons and whatever else he had to offer. “How do you feel, Jas?” he asked. “Fu–full,” I stuttered, muscles aching and rigid. “Not full enough,” he said jaggedly, neck stretching away from his
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