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018. His Grip on My Towel [18+]

Penulis: Nightingale
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-07 23:59:54

Blake’s POV:

“Blake…” Alex’s voice dropped, rough and uneven. He lifted his gaze, pupils blown wide. “I really need you. You are the first man I am looking at like this.”

His hand moved weakly toward his lower abdomen, a silent confession that made my breath choke in my chest. I followed the motion for half a second before heat slammed straight through me. God, his joystick is hard. It's visible through his pants.

I tore my eyes away and tightened my towel with shaking fingers.

“Alex,” I whispered, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

He reached out blindly and caught my hand. The moment his fingers wrapped around mine, he winced in pain. Instinct took over. I stepped closer without thinking.

“Easy, Lex… hey, I’m right here.”

His grip tightened, pulling me nearer, and then his face was in my neck again. But this time he wasn’t just leaning.

He pressed his mouth to my throat, slow and hungry, lips dragging over my skin like he needed me to breathe. When he reached my Adam’s apple, he l
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