You Hate Me. But You're Soaking Wet

Curtis's POV

I was about to lose my mind. Dean's brown eyes were fixed on me, a wet sheen glazing them over. His lips were parted slightly, swollen where I'd bitten them.

His hole stretched around my cockhead, and the hand I had gripped at his waist clenched hard, my knuckles pressing deep into hi...

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