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I love how needy you make me.

“Please, Kjartan,” I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for.

“Mm, yes,” he whispered, working his way down my dick and up again. “I want to take my time with you. I want to savour you until you beg for my cock.”

Oh fuck me.

I was already so needy I trembled like a leaf.

How much more do you want?

His slick tongue sucked my tip into his mouth, coating it in his saliva. Then he pulled off and breathed the next words over my wet skin.

“And then I will give it to you. I will fuck you so slow and deep you’ll feel it in your soul, Vindur.”

I gasped and shuddered as my dick leaked all over my skin. Kjartan cleaned me up. His touch brought me to the brink of climax again.

“Be a good boy for me and don’t come just yet.”

“Oh fuuuck. If you want me to hold out you need to stop calling me that.”

His eyes met mine, and the enormous green man contemplated me from between my spread thighs.

“No,” he said with a grin.

It mesmerised me and drove my near-orgasm from my mind.

“I like you so much,” I whispered, stretching out my hand to stroke his forehead.

Kjartan looked at me for another moment, then raised himself up and took my mouth in a deep kiss. I felt him grabbing the bottle of lube and heard the lid open.

I tried to turn my head but a shake of his made me stay with him. Our mouths stayed glued together as I felt gentle fingers brush against my hole.

I moaned, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to calm some of the bone-deep hunger in me.

Kjartan teased me open until my hole clenched under his touch, trying to coax him into my body.

I’ll explode if he doesn’t get inside me soon.

“I can feel your despair, Vindur,” he hummed against my lips, before dipping his tongue back between them to steal my gasping breath.

My dick twitched when he slipped a thick fingertip into my greedy hole, waiting for a moment before adding a second finger.

“Gods, yes. Fucking finally.”

His low chuckle sent goosebumps down my body. With slow, pumping movements Kjartan stretched me.

He kept this up for so long I was close to tears.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” I begged him.

“I know, my sweet Vindur.” He stroked my face. “I know, don’t worry,” he assured me as he took a condom from the bed. My ass already hated his absence.

“Do you still want me?”

“Fuck, yes. Are you tested, Kjartan?”

“I am.”