Darius The kiss deepened, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Yes, we’d had sex before but this… this was different. Especially after both our confessions. Four years of wanting him crashed through me all at once. Marcus’s hands slid under my shirt, his warm palm dragging over my chest. His fingers found my nipples and lingered there, circling, pinching just enough to make my breath stutter.“Marcus…” I groaned into his mouth. He didn’t stop. Those hands kept moving lower, tracing the lines of my stomach until they reached the front of my pants. He palmed my hard length through the fabric, stroking me with deliberate slowness. “Fuck!” I cussed as he continued teasing me. The pressure was perfect, teasing, and I was already leaking pre cum.Marcus pulled back just enough to look down at me. His eyes were dark, hungry. “Fuck, Darius. You look so fucking sexy like this.Something inside me snapped. I growled, grabbed his shoulders, and forced him down to his knees. He went willin
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