I groan as Niklaus’s focus goes back to watching the head of my cock disappear into my fist and come back wet.He doesn't blink even as a vein forms against his temple.Taking advantage of my distraction, he moves.The mattress dips further at my hip, and his hand comes down on the inside of my knee, and before I finish the stroke I'm in, he has my leg up over his arm, and two fingers pressed flat to my hole."What are you-""Keep going.""You said you weren't going to-""Keep going, Luci."The fingers push in slowly, knuckle by knuckle.I am wet enough that they slide in without resistance. My whole body curls up off the sheet around them like a fist closing."Oh, you fucking—ah! Haah...""There it is."He says with a smile, having found my prostate with too much damn ease."You're dripping down my wrist, Luci."He curls his fingers, pressing at the spot that makes my vision soften, ag
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