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Sypher

August 4, 2023, Pippen’s apartment, New York City.

In the weeks that followed, I stayed with Dante, watching him, caring for him like he had done for me many times. I listened intently, absorbing the weight of his ordeal as he recounted his experiences, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Honestly though, rather than providing a solution or finding a way to ease his growing agitation, his entire truth only fueled my anger even more. Ultimately, the sole means of mitigating my anger proved to be my unwavering resolve to rectify the issue the only way I knew how, and wipe that place off the fucking earth.

To do that, I needed to summon every ounce of my skill, the thing I did better than anything else. The only issue I faced was attempting to hack into my system. Ace had slyly added a back door that thwarted my every move. My own brother weaponized my program, the code I had painstakingly written, against me, a betrayal that stung. With a sigh of defeat, I conceded and built a new program, a fresh start after countless hours of troubleshooting. A superior program, one with enhanced features and a sleeker interface that would override his current one. The task was far more time-consuming than I’d hoped, but I was determined to finish it—then it would be game over.

In the meantime, I was swamped with the constant stream of club activities Reaper had been assigning me, each one more demanding than the last.

I swear, the instant I sent that text, an avalanche of jobs bombarded me, each notification a sharp sting, making my head spin with the sheer number of club requests and responsibilities. The pressure was immense. I was stretched thin between Pop’s cryptic thumb drive, Reaper’s frantic search for Petrovitch’s goons, and my other demanding clients. The air crackled with tension, and I felt the exhaustion in my bones.

Something had to give soon.

The heavy metal of Five Finger Death Punch pounded in my ears while I typed, the vibrations traveling through my headphones and into my bones. A smile spread across my face when Dante’s comforting presence enveloped me from behind.

His lips brushed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I paused my work, removed my headphones, and closed my eyes to savor the moment.

“Miss you, Danny.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” His gentle sucking on my earlobe elicited a soft moan from me. The leather of my chair creaked when I swiveled around, my hands finding their way up his firm thighs, the smooth skin a welcome contrast. I cupped his ass as his heat radiated from his body and his hands stroked my hair, each touch sending tendrils of pleasure down my spine.

Leaning forward, I whispered my question against his stomach, my lips brushing lightly against his skin. “Do you need me, babe?”

“I will always need you,” he replied.

I looked up at him and ran my fingers along the waistband of his shorts, gradually sliding them down his hips to reveal his erect shaft. Exploring his body, my hands lingered on his strong, sculpted chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin, the subtle scent of his cologne, and the feel of his muscles beneath my touch.

Leaning in, I brought my mouth down to his stiff cock, feeling him gasp and then moan in response. I savored his unique taste while I ran my tongue over his moist skin, enjoying the salty-sweet flavor reminiscent of salted caramel, before swallowing a droplet of pre-cum eagerly. Gripping him tighter, I rubbed the head of his cock over my lips, his pre-cum slick and warm against my skin. I pulled back, my tongue tracing the salty sweetness before licking my lips, savoring his taste.

With a swift movement, I leaned in and enveloped his shaft with my mouth, relishing the sensation of its head sliding against my tongue and the roof of my mouth while it moved toward the depths of my throat. I paused for a moment to absorb everything around me, when his hand gently rested behind my head, keeping me in place as he started to move his hips.

He wanted to fuck my mouth.

As I looked up, I saw him with closed eyes, head thrown back while he moved rhythmically in and out of my mouth. I made sure to keep my tongue moving around his shaft the entire time. He was hard when he began, but now he was throbbing. Leaning forward, I anticipated his next thrust, preparing to take him in deeper. And when he pushed deep into my eager mouth, I instinctively gripped onto the firmness of his buttocks to keep him steady.

I wanted to treasure every moment, the taste of his organ rich and warm against my lips, each pulse a tiny tremor. I panted and groaned with pleasure. Taking pleasure in every part of him, craving more and more, eager for him to climax, yearning for his release to be explosive.

“Oh God,” he groaned as his hips moved in slow motion and I bobbed my head up and down his large shaft, using my tongue in a way that I knew would drive him wild. A harsh intake of breath escaped his lips while his fingers roughly threaded through my hair, the scent of his sweat filling my nostrils.

“Ah fuck, yeah,” he groaned as I allowed him to take control of the tempo while he moved my head rapidly.

My eyes watered when he intensified his thrusts, going deeper than he ever had before. I felt my cock grow harder with each rough thrust, and sharp twinges of pain shot through my head as he grabbed me by my hair.

Sucking him deep, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his throbbing shaft, refusing to let him go as I gripped his cock with one hand and bobbed my head furiously.

Dante began thrusting forward almost immediately, gripping my hair again forcibly.

I moaned as a wave of pleasure crashed through me, his cock dripping constantly now. He grunted and groaned, his thrusts quicker and deeper, touching the back of my throat.

“Oh God. FUCK!” he roared when a huge spattering stream spewed from his dick—so forcefully I almost choked.

As I swallowed every drop, I made a small gagging sound before feeling him thrust in again, spurting another weaker stream. I ran my tongue delicately along his trembling shaft, savoring the small spurts that lingered on my tongue after he came.

I looked up at him, swallowed audibly and then asked, “Can I stand up now?”

Dante grinned and nodded.

I stood and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips.

With a sharp break from the kiss, I seized his head, letting out a fierce growl that vibrated from deep within my throat.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

For a brief moment, he locked eyes with me, his body reacting instantly as his dick twitched.

“What?” he gasped.

My cock strained painfully from behind my own shorts, and if I didn’t get inside him fast, I knew I would lose my shit. Only he could elicit this kind of primal reaction out of me.

Now he would pay the piper.

“I said. Get on your fucking knees,” I demanded again.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Dante pumped his cock with his hand and dropped to all fours, his weight settling heavily on the ground, as he positioned himself before me. He looked back, waiting for my next move.

“Good boy,” I said while I lowered my sweats to reveal my own swollen cock, the plump head dripping madly. Kneeling behind him, I rubbed my cockhead against his tight hole. He moaned and I damn near came right there, but I desperately needed to be inside him.

Delivering a firm smack on his buttocks, I took hold of his neck, guiding his head down to the floor, my body tingling with anticipation as I positioned my cock at his tight, scorching entrance. His resistance caused my cock to momentarily bend uncomfortably, making me react by pulling his hair as I growled, “You better fucking relax and open up, or this is going to be a long fucking night for you.”

He grunted and moaned but complied with my orders while I slowly pushed my head inside his tight hole. The second the head of my dick slipped past his tight ring, I slammed home, sliding my shaft deep inside him.

I wasn’t sure what triggered it, but a jolt of energy suddenly surged through me, and I felt intensely alive.

“Fuck!”

Lost in the moment, I let out a fierce roar when I thrust deeply into him. “This fucking tight ass is MINE!”

My gaze focused on the sight of my cock moving back and forth in his warm cavity. The sensation of my head rubbing against his prostate added an intense physical element to our lovemaking. The only sounds in the room were the intense grunting and the slapping of our bodies as I pushed to take what I believed was mine.

“Say it!” I yelled, releasing his head and moving to grip his hips as I pummeled my shaft into his ass. “Say it! Tell me you’re mine!”

“I’m yours!”

“Damn right you are,” I sneered and lost all reason when I erupted in a fiery display, shooting cum deep into him, ignoring the warning alarm coming from my computer that would soon take me away from the very man I loved.