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His hands are on me, roaming my bare thighs and gripping my knees. “I wanna fuck you. Wanna live inside you.”

I gulp, my boner pulsing, the tip tapping against Tommy’s balls with each twitch of arousal. I’m still full of his cum from earlier, well aware that he pumped way more inside me than leaked out onto the duvet. My guts still ache from the pounding he gave me when he was past the point of no return, yet my body still craves him.

Fuck, I really am a bottom bitch.

“Baby, I can’t be too sore for tomorrow.”

He moans through his teeth, hips bucking against my fist. “C’mon, I’ll make it hurt so good.”

A wimpy little moan squeaks past my gaped mouth. Tommy’s language tells me he’s too close. I force my hand off his cock and massage his balls instead, lifting and kneading them, stroking my thumb between them.

“You’re insatiable,” says the pot to the kettle.

“Didn’t used to be,” he whines. “My ex had to guilt me into fucking her.”

My nostrils flare, a sudden twinge of anger clenching my heart at the allusion to a time when Tommy had been with someone else. He may have fucked that girl, but she never had him. Not really. Not the way I do. I lean over him, planting my elbows beside his head and touching my forehead to his. Our eyes connect, and so do our cocks. I feel his jump against mine, and he moans from just that simple touch.

“That’s because you’re a little gay boy,” I grit, a fire in my eyes that’s only one percent jealousy, and ninety-nine percent lust. “And you’re mine. Even when you were with her, youwere mine. You’ve always been mine. Ever since I first laid eyes on your pretty face. The prettiest boy I ever saw.My boy.Do you understand?”

“Mhm.” He nods quickly, lips pouted and his eyes blazing with desperation. His hands are already on my ass, fingers touching me where he claimed me earlier. Where I claimed him.

“I might be your bottom bitch, but I’m still your daddy. Understand?”

“Row,” he whimpers. “I’m gonna come.”

The admission widens my eyes, and I look down between us to see his cock raring red and drooling.

Holy shit, he’s about to come.

I sit up quickly and plant my ass back on his thighs.

To calm him, I first calm myself.

“Shh,” I coo, gliding my hands up his body. I trace his pecs and thumb his perfect pink nipples to nubs. “Relax, baby. It’s not time to come yet.”

His hands grip my knees, and I can tell they’re itching to touch his cock, but he’s too good of a boy to try something like that. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, before clamping his teeth over his plump bottom lip.

“Nuh uh. Don’t say that.” I run my palms down his sides and along the v-shape of his pelvis, stopping short of his cock and skating over his abs. “I got you too worked up.”

“You’re perfect,” he breathes.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. For getting so mad earlier. I just don’t like when people disrespect you. And us.”

Looking into my eyes, Tommy says, “People are gonna do what they’re gonna do. As much as it sucks, we’re the lucky ones, because we’re happy. Right?”

“I’m happy,” I say, and the words sound shockingly sincere, like maybe I actually am happy. Not just happy with Tommy, buthappyhappy.

“Me too.” Tommy smiles like he means it, too, despite all the shit life has been throwing at him. “I think you came into my life at exactly the right time. When I needed you the most.”

My heart jumps, my arms covered in goosebumps. “Oh, baby boy,” I sigh wistfully. “I think I’ve always needed you.”

“You got me.”

I lean forward, capturing Tommy’s mouth the way he’s captured my heart, tender and timid, but ripe with desire. Our lips part together, and our tongues dance. His hands are back on my ass, and I moan when his fingertip circles my rim.

So needy.

But I’m needy too. I never thought I’d meet a man who’s as needy for me as I am for him. Is that what a soulmate is? Because my soul feels tethered to Tommy in a way that makes me understand why his mind would impulsively go to marriage and family. Those things are forever. I meant what I said, though. He already is my family.