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“Show me those balls, Chet”

He lowered the cotton, releasing his cock so fast that it swayed in front of hiripped himself It wasn’t a calculated or overtly sexy maneuver His almost innocent vibe clashed with the confident slide of his fist

I like that contrast A lot I didn’t havecombination of brilliant but cautious He was a list-o by the seat of your pants” risk-taker

Yet here he was—khakis around his ass, stroking hiish hair cascaded over his left eye sweetly, and dah it But I didn’t want toon for me I couldn’t decide what I liked more…his intense, sex-hazed expression or his h the precu his cock rhythmically

I opened his shirt for a better view, runninghis nipples one at a time Then I captured his ers over his Chet broke free with a gasp as he pulled his hand away to let ood hand job, if I did say sohirily

We sucked, licked, and nipped at each other as if ere feasting on our final h of him He tasted like chocolate and ainst my palm

If ers in his ass by now and he’d be begging for me to—

He pushed away from the cabinets and fumbled with my belt “Please, please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want”

“You Let asped

Chet was on his knees and my jeans were over my ass before I could protest Not that I would have, but I had to admit, I hadn’t expected this

That was an understatement I assu my house when he realized holiday cheer was low to no priority for me But he’d stuck around, and now his pretty mouth was inches from my dick

I widenedthe underside ofh his hair and pushed his forehead back till heto say suddenly didn’t matter when he smiled up at me…then sed me whole

“Fuck,” I growled, fisting a handful of his hair

I didn’t pump my hips or try to take over He’d made it clear in his oay that he was in control