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69. HOW? (CAISEN X CONRAD)

Author: AUTHOR_NEON
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-27 15:39:16

CONRAD WILLIAM'S POV

On my knees.

In some goddamn upstairs room that smells like spilled beer, lube, and the kind of desperation that clings to the walls. Neon light leaks through a broken window, flashing red across the torn vinyl couch I was just shoved against.

And now—my mouth is full.

Of him.

Caisen fucking Valentine.

His cock chokes me, thick and unapologetic, pressing deep down my throat like he owns it. His fingers are locked in my hair—tight, cruel, commanding. Every thrust is brutal, making my eyes water, spit trailing down my chin in thick ropes.

He groans, low and satisfied. "God, you suck cock like a professional, babyboy. Didn't know Lucian's little errand boy had such a slutty mouth."

"What was it—a crash course in cocksucking for corporate puppets?"

He sneered, his grip tightening.

I gag hard, throat clenching around him—and he laughs. Not out of concern. But amusement. Like my humiliation is his entertainment.

This wasn't the plan.

This was never the plan.

I came he
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