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As Dante draws my skin into his mouth and bites down, clamping his teeth on me, I come over my stomach and his.

Hot, sticky fluid covers our skin, dripping down my cock. All the air in my lungs disappears, and I go rigid before my hips tremble.

The pleasure is intoxicating. It’s so dizzying that I can’t hear anything for a few seconds. Nothing exists except the euphoria.

As I fade back into reality, I feel Dante’s tongue licking over the tender spots where he bit me.

“Such a good boy,” he rumbles. His voice is shaky, and he’s still humping me. I realize he hasn’t come yet. He let me first.

“Mouth,” I whisper.

“What, puppy?” he asks me.

“Mouth, take my mouth.”

I have no idea where that came from.

And I don’t care.

Dante groans as he slides up my body until his throbbing cock is at my face. It’s wet with his precum and my cum.

Despite everything I ever knew about myself before now, I’m not fazed by the idea of tasting my own cum on his dick.

I start to lift my head up, but his hand slides into my hair and holds me down.

Dante slides his cock into my mouth, and I instinctively make use of my tongue.

“Ahh, fuck, just like that,” he moans. The praise sends a shiver down my spine.

My body feels like a puddle. I can hardly move.

Still, I moan and slobber around his length as he fucks my mouth and then presses harder until the length of him slides down my throat.

Heat starts to build in my groin again, but I ignore it. My only focus is how Dante’s dick pulses against my tongue, and the way it feels when my throat opens to take him.

The couch creaks and groans underneath us.

My hands, having fallen to my sides, feel heavy, but I manage to lift them and hold on to the backs of his thighs.

Dante’s balls slap my chin as he thrusts into my mouth, and I feel them tense just before he comes while pulling out of me.

Salty cum fills my mouth in several loads, and I swallow it down around his cock while listening to him gasp and sputter.

My scalp hurts from how hard he’s pulling at my hair, but it tingles, too.

Finally, he relaxes and pulls himself out of my mouth.

Saliva drips down my chin and I just lay there limply, feeling as though I’m floating on a cloud.

Dante falls back to the other end of the couch, but only stays there a moment.

My eyes fall closed, and I feel him lie on top of me again. He licks my chin and lips.

“You’re mine, Ethan,” he whispers to me, breathless.

My fingers slide along the sides of his hips and waist; I’m unable to lift my arms much more.

“I’m yours.”