He’d need to be the one to stop. He held the control for a reason, and I was the victim to his dirty deeds for a reason. We were both helpless to the roles we played. “Cole,” I begged, rubbing my asshole against his nostrils, knowing he got off on it. I bruised easily; we had maybe one more level of intensity before the proof of what we were doing here would be written all over me. I’d let him, I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t want to— He stopped, standing and dragging his flattened tongue over my fluttering hole on his way up. “Careful,” he whispered into my ear, biting a line down my neck. “I
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