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"You...want me to blow on it?"

"You know, I have no idea why they call it that. They should really call it a suck job."

"Ah, now that makes more sense."

He grips me firmly and traces over me with his tongue. I gasp and grab his hair—I'm way more sensitive than I'm used to being. He smirks and lets out a quiet, amused chuckle, then goes in again, taking my cock right into his mouth. I feel his tongue curl around me as he swallows me down, his forehead pressing against the front of my belly. I try to pull back, but he locks his hand around my ass and holds me in place. Jesus fuck! He's barely even moving his head, and somehow it feels a thousand times better than when I stroke myself.

"Wait, Airos, I don't?—"

But it's too late. My cock is already pulsing and throbbing as my balls empty into his throat. My legs tremble with the sudden climax, and I have to steady myself by gripping his head. A startled cry escapes my lips.

"Son of a bitch," I moan. "Oh god, that feels so fucking good."

He pulls back slowly, and a bit of my come spills from the tip of my dick onto his hand. He licks it clean and swallows what remains in his mouth.

"We're just getting started," he says, guiding me down.

My cock throbs. Normally, it would go soft pretty soon after I finish, but it's still rock hard, and the aching need to be filled remains as strong as ever. I can keep going. It's a damn revelation.

"Fuck yeah, we are," I say, grabbing his cock and using it to draw him closer to me.

He kisses me, and I taste my bitter finish on his lips. It's a little weird that the first time I'm tasting come, it's my own, but having it come from his mouth turns me on.

"Alright, enough fooling around," I growl, dropping onto my back beneath him. I hook my hands behind my knees and pullthem up to my chest, spreading myself wide open. "Let's do this. I want you to fuck me. Right now."

Airos's eyes go dark as he takes in the sight of me laid out, completely exposed and demanding what I want.

"I want to see your face when you do it," I add. The notion of being taken from behind is something I'm gonna have to work up to.

He grips his cock at the base and positions himself between my thighs, then presses the head against my slick entrance. He pauses. "Jackson?—"

"Don't you dare go slow on me," I interrupt. "You know I can take a beating."

The challenge in my voice seems to flip a switch in him. He grips my hip, and I see a dangerous, sexy-ass gleam flash in his eyes.

"As you wish," he says, and drives forward.

I might've jumped the gun. His cock is fucking huge, and the stretch is intense and overwhelming. For a second it feels like I'm gonna be ripped in two. I scream and grab his forearms, but in the next breath I warn him not to stop. It's always better to jump in head first—get the bad part over with so I can get to the fun stuff.

And the fun stuff comes along real quick.

The pain quickly subsides, replaced by a rising heat—our phoenix energies roaring to life like a stoked furnace, soaring and mingling together. He thrusts deeper, tearing a moan from my throat as my eyes roll back. His ridges drag against my insides, striking pleasure spots I didn't know existed. It's like a key finding the right notches in a tumbler—his cock is made for me, and my body is made for him. He falls over me and my legs hook over his shoulders. I grab hold of him, my fingers scraping at his back.

"Christ, Airos," I gasp. "Those fucking ridges?—"

He pulls his hips back and slams into me again, each ridge catching and dragging against my inner walls, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. I can feel every inch of him, every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock buried deep inside me.

"Harder," I say. I'm fucking begging now. "Harder, Airos. I need everything."

He gives me what I want. His hips snap forward, and he drives into me with increasing intensity. When I throw my head back, Airos leans down and bites the junction between my neck and shoulder. I cry out and throw my legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside. I'm leaking all over my stomach, my dick bouncing with every powerful thrust.

"Fucking mark me up," I hiss. "Just like that, you son of a bitch. Fuck, I'm close. Airos, you're gonna make me come again."

"Together," he growls against my throat. "I want to feel you come around my cock when I fill you."

I can feel him swelling inside of me, getting even thicker as his knot begins to form. The pressure is insane—it's stretching me to my absolute limit.

"Now," he commands. "Come for me now."