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Guiding me to inch a little higher, Jules trailed a hand down my side to my hip.

He’s a fantastic multitasker, too.

His mouth was relentless, sucking and nipping me into oblivion.

When his hand slipped into my boxers, my world stopped spinning. I feared that I might be unable to hold back.

Then his hand was on my cock.

A strangled groan escaped from me, and I urged my aching length into his fist. He applied just the right amount of pressure, somehow imitating what I had done, but with a slight twist to it.

My orgasm built at the base of my spine, my body getting ready to come all over his hand.

Marking him as mine again.

“Jules,” I gasped, my lips clinging to his as an anchor. “Oh my God, Jules, I think…” I trailed off, thrusting my tongue back into his mouth.

I think I’m so close.

“Yes, Bunny.” He growled, his hand speeding up around my cock and focusing on the head. “Yes, come for me, my beautiful human.”

And I fucking fell off the cliff, my abs contracting and my body curling in on itself with the sheer force of my O. He kept jerking me slowly, getting all the cum out and spreading it around my dick.

I was fucking sensitive but couldn’t even tell him to stop. My brain was mush.

“Sorry,” he mumbled when I hissed in discomfort and stopped his gentle strokes.

“Don’t worry, Jules. I loved it,” I slurred.

“You did?”

“Yeah.” I slumped back to the mattress and snuggled up to him. “That was wonderful. No idea when I last came so fast or hard.”

He inhaled sharply.

What’s wrong, Mr Hot-and-Ancient? You’re not really jealous of a hypothetical other dude’s hand jerking me off?

“It’s been ages since I came from anything other than my own hand,” I murmured, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not judging you.” Without seeing Jules’ face, I knew I was right.

He’s jealous.Oh sweet baby boy.

Instead of a reply, I flung my arm over his chest, plastering the length of my body to his.

“Just kiss me again, you hot thing, okay?”

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Jules

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Oh, Bunny, you perfect creature.

I moved in for a kiss.

He tastes of me.