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Story: Beak Performance
“And?”
“I’m sad because sex was never this good before, and it’s taken me thirty-two years to get here.” His voice sounded wistful. “But every time I get sad I remember that it’s this good because it’s you.”
I love you, Arne.
He nudged me to turn on my side.
“Sleep well, Raven,” he murmured into my nape. “And sweet dreams.”
“You too, Princess.” With one last kiss on the bicep under my cheek, I closed my eyes and was out.
“Good morning,” I whispered into the Viking’s ear, pressing a gentle kiss on the pulse point behind it. We had switched positions in the night, and I had woken up with my body spooning his.
And my morning wood wedged between his ass cheeks.
Oops.
I stood by my decision not to sleep with him on our first night, but that didn’t mean I liked it.
God, I was desperate to tease him open, to make him come on my cock, and to hear those soft whimpers coming from this burly man. A perfect juxtaposition.
“Did you sleep well?” I rasped, so fucking horny for my viking I was losing my mind.
“No naughty dreams.” He heaved a deep sigh. “But I loved falling asleep with you in my arms.”
“Me, too, Princess.”
“That’s here to stay, huh?”
“The name? Oh, yeah.” Pushing him to lie on his stomach, I kissed his nape, and shoulders. “I love calling you ‘my Princess.’ Because you are,” I muttered, licking a hot strip down his spine. “You are sweet and precious, and so hot.” I nuzzled the small of his back, then moved to his ass, biting the hard curve of his glute.
“Oh God, Raven.” Arne’s leg pulled up, spreading his ass.
How am I supposed to keep my head on when you flash your tight hole at me?
It was clear enough what he wanted. Without further ado, I pressed my mouth into his crack.
Seventeen
Arne
Max eating my ass was the ultimate proof I needed.
I am so bi.
He speared his tongue inside me, alternating between fucking and licking my hole. What should have felt weird was anything but. I was made to have my ass eaten by him.
Perhaps I’m not bi.
I didn’t want just any dude in me, only him.
I’m Maxsexual.
“Baby,” I groaned, fisting the sheets. He stilled and pulled his face out of my ass.
“Keep calling me that, and I’ll change my mind.”
“About what?”
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